Another day, another outfit. This one took me to North London and back, to eat a roast dinner and hang out in my mum’s garden. Pictured here against the dead grass and wilting roses of the estate, ’cause I’m gritty like that.
These Weekday shorts are the last clothing purchase I made back in May, which means I’ve reached the wholly predictable stage of the summer where I lose all interest in buying new things and dream about going in a completely different sartorial direction. Said a certain someone I live with of this ensemble, “You look like you’re wearing a proper outfit – normally you just roll about and see what sticks.” Why, thankyou! The same certain someone also took these photos, which I’m blaming for the mix of way-way-far-away and XTREME CLOSE UP I had to choose from.
What you gonna do, eh? Contrary to appearances, I felt pretty damn coordinated – just to hammer it home, here’s a hand with almost matching nails.
Okay, so I got a ways to go to get this thing down. But the idea of Proper Outfits, matching colours and just-plain-classiness appeals to me greatly. On the other hand, I might just roll about and see what sticks…