Hmmmm.
I don’t even know what this outfit is, but despite the fact that it’s kind of a mess…I like it. I put it on because I was unpacking and it was twenty thousand degrees and humid and I needed to wear as little as possible but am so sick of denim shorts that I could scream, and only then did I realize that it’s sort of…great. In a confusing way.
Mostly because of those pants, which are the sort of silhouette that Kendrick finds so deeply perplexing that he needs to quiz me about it every single time I wear it (“…But…so…the point is to look like that?”), but that I adore. They are silky and comfortable and a gorgeous pattern and have a fantastic elastic waistband that makes me super happy, and I love them with flats and a big sweater (or a kinda ratty NYC tank, as the case may be) or heels and something structured on top.
Anyway, if you’re not nuts about the outfit, fa la la, here’s some plants to look at.
P.S. My garden totally survived the summer. Apparently my absence actually works in their favor.
On Me: NYDJ Track Pants; Jacques Levine Smoking Slippers (similar).
