exploiting what we take for granted.
(blazer/ topshop similar here (not really but this jacket is sick), necklaces/ H&M similar here 1&2, jumper/topshop similar here, backpack/ topshop similar here, boots/ topshop similar here, black disco pants/ american apparel)
Blazers are not my thing. Period. They're too structured for my shape. Too formal for my scatty erratic personality. It's a lot like pencil skirts, I love them but honestly I feel like an impostor when I wear them. I feel like the Jamaican bob sleigh team in Cool Runnings, what am I even doing this for? It's not indigneous, they should be surfing and I should be wearing kimonos. It is a sad day to feel like you're not wearing the clothes but that in actual fact the clothes are wearing you.
This shouldn't be happening. But the conflict of being confident as opposed to wearing something that you do not actually feel confident in is an impasse. Would you or I ever consider speaking on stage about a subject unless we felt self assured enough to do it? This is a no.
I don't speak the language of the blazer, in fact anything toward structure isn't something that is heavily ready in my vocabulary. My inner being is more Mary-Kate in decline to Ashley. But I wish I were Ashley. Do you see where i'm going with this? I want to get a first in the degree of blazer but where the hell do I begin?
Then I thought, I have options, a plethora of options that will sure enough set me on the right path to transition myself or at least tricking myself in a conceited way into wearing blazers in abundance. Praise the kors for the option of options. I don't feel like I have said options enough, but I sense that you will have. So I will stop, for this part anyway. It may come back at anytime, it's like word tourette's, I can't help it. So dont judge my repetition.
So what are my choices. We live in a world where we have to much choice, we render alternatives, spoilt to the mass appeal of fast fashion which in example doesn't just offer us that thick knit in cream, it also comes in black and oxblood. And what I once cursed as a burden, it's a regular scene of me standing in a store debating over which colour I should get
sometimes most of the time resulting in me buying both, I am now eviderently thankful for.
Thankful for the smart bastard that thought of producing the relaxed blazer. The blazer for slobs. Mary-Kate would love this blazer, she would probably wear it on a date with a strange older man that she so regularly frequents. This is half suit half kimono, a blamono and it has print so I award extra bonus points to myself. My inner Mary-kate is estatic and my inner urge of Ashley is subdued.
For now at least.