Eggplant jersey just became my one-way connection to the the concept of the ideal t-shirt...Alexander Wang continues to prove his princeship. Even when worn in layers, the shirt in question feels like hanging thread—barely tangible but present enough to stir up an urge to swaddle in the stuff. You can call it a victory bargain from the now perpetually-existent Barneys Warehouse but I see it as a fateful intervention of sorts. It doesn't hurt to make a proper nod to Wang before his looming launch at Balenciaga. Excitement much?
(zara jacket and monkstraps, alexander wang t-shirt, levi shorts, ray-ban sunglasses)
Figuratively bowing down to perfected jersey.