For nearly three months, black and gray menswear (and by that I mean sweatshirts, snapbacks, and sneakers) monopolized the section of my wardrobe that I was actually willing to wear out in public. I felt like bright prints, form-fitting dresses, and skirts were too happy, too revealing, and subsequently too dishonest to sport in front of people who knew that the garments I chose to wear were reflections of I how I felt. So I wore dark clothes, a nod to my brooding. Studs and spikes, a nod to my hard edge and aggression. Sneakers, a nod to my sudden interest in function over fashion (though function technically is fashion, but that's a discussion for another time). The whole look was ominous, angry, tense. And that's what I was for a while. Some say my style evolved into something insincere because they couldn't recognize where I was coming from in my desires to don colorless sports apparel. I agreed for a while, that I changed myself, and that my three-month menswear look was contrived. But in retrospect... I was doing what I had to do to feel like I was still capable of self-expression. And there's nothing wrong with that.
FROM TOP TO BOTTOM:
Spiked cap - ROMWE
Sunglasses - Daisy Potion
Leather sweatshirt - ROMWE
Leather panel pants - YES STYLE
Vinyl sneakers - YES STYLE
S/o to all the near-death experiences these pants have seen me in and out of. What does not kill me makes me stronger.
Everything is infinite,