I have to reaffirm to all of you again that grunge, is a hands down favorite. I may be one to preach the rather smart decision-making of what is “dapper” in todays society, but every once in a blue moon I find it dabble-worthy to experiment in the dirty, messy field of what use to be the 90s fervent form of expression. You’ll find this post easier to like if you play Nirvana’s “Dumb” in the background, just throwin that one out there.
Amidst the New York fashion week madness I still found myself in Opening Ceremony, or what I like to call a shop of wonders. If it’s not bad that I wanted to buy everything in site, then I presume you all to be shopaholics as well. The trio of oversized, metropolitan reppin’ sweaters not only spoke to me, but oddly in accent…”Do you fancy me sir? give me a whirl and try me on all right? I’m of good value! cheers!” My self discipline was no match for the rather enticing and odd english voice in my head….so I bought it, the LONDON sweater was mine from there on out. Soon to styled with a reconstructed jacket, and brilliant piece of work crafted by Mr. Tevin Vincent, BCBG unisex jeans, hightop white converse with a track record, and a brixton cap to tame the untamable. This may be a curveball for some of you, but in my defense (I’ll turn a phrase everyone can relate too) yolo man, yolo.