In case you’re wondering what the fuck that title is supposed to mean, this post just had to be named that. I think it might be because of the overall beigeness and the pants. Wide enough to fit both of my thighs in one trouser leg, with big square pockets on the sides – they just reminded me of those riding pants. Not exactly sure why though, since real riding pants have literally nothing to do with the cut of these. But I’m just weird like that.
Moving on from the strange ways of my brain onto even more strange ways of my brain. Here I did that one thing I hate very much and almost never do. Matched the cap with the sunnies with the belt with the bag with the shoes. If that beige was yellow, I could easily pass for a bee.
Also, I feel like I should have worn heels because pairing this trouser cut with flats is often an unfortunate combination.
As for the bag-under-the-armpit situation, the full explanation can be found in my previous post.
Obviously this outfit is very dysfunctional. Although I said “Fuck you” to few fashion rules here, I adore the outcome. Personal style should always be about having fun and risking looking ridiculous. If you don’t take chances, you’ll probably never evolve and discover new horizons. And believe me, that’s the worst that can happen to a person. Being stale was never in style. And never will be.