i’m sorry. my titles are the worst. i’m going to start cribbing from the bottom of essie bottles. that would be an upgrade, right?
this would be a great outfit to wear to work, and i did love it last year. however, we now have a policy in place where i’m not allowed to wear shorts. and i Did think it was the perfect mix of michigan avenue betch and 18th street beach. the bouclé is so… so… Tulum. it looks like frothy surf on white sand.
if #latergram means anything to you, i admit that this outfit was from a few weeks back. today it’s yom kippur (kol neidre) and i’m certainly not wearing this to synagogue. i also am aware that it is a sin to write on yom kippur (unless it is to save a life) but i hope that won’t weigh too heavily against me. especially since, you know, i’m dating a goy and stuff.
Zara bouclé jacket, rag & bone silk tank, H&M tattered shorts, Alexander Wang patent heels, vintage tassel necklace.
the book i’m reading is about Serge Gainsbourg, homme, mythe, légende. it’s juicy.
l’shanah tovah everybody!