Lately I've developed a taste for mixing trash with diamonds. Though anything that comes from Net-a-Porter can never truly be considered trash, there is a certain vibe that comes from wearing distressed cut-offs and a muscle tee that one might associate with trailer parks and chicken nuggets (any king curtis fans out there?!). And, while we're deconstructing my theories, lets remind ourselves that Choo's aren't actually diamonds... Though, if you ask me, they're pretty damn close. As you can see, I'm still rolling in the depths of my Tom Binns obsession, but really, can you blame me? The coat is from some brand called Üterque. (Thank god for copy and paste, or that word would look a lot more like uterus that would make me comfortable.) In other news, I've decided to adopt skinny legs. I mean, how else am I to wear short shorts and leg-anti-elongating sandals without looking slutty? Ah well, I'll fight my way across that sartorial bridge tomorrow. Good night sorry people! (haha I love wifeswap)
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