urban outfitters blazer. thrifted blouse. romwe shorts. 3.1 phillip lim necklace. asos cuff. kate spade bracelet. thrifted boots.
I've been kind of obsessed/abusing with overthrowing a blazer, jacket, or coat over my shoulders lately. There's just something so regal and cool about an overthrown jacket. Maybe its the fact that it limits your arm mobility. It's like, oh I'm too fabulous to give you a legit hug, or "hey, can you get that for me," because I can't reach for anything above my chest because my jacket will fall off. It's just like ancient China and the Empresses bound feet. She was far too fabulous and important to even walk! So she had her little people carry her around in a carriage all day to whatever destination she desired. Such a carriage-setter!
Or maybe, it's because it makes me feel like superman. . . with the jacket being my almost cape. I'm secretly fighting villains and saving the day in my head whenever I'm running around town with an overthrown on. . . I still have the imagination of a 5 year old. Don't hate.
ps. I'm only kidding. I don't ask people to get things for me. I'm a big boy now.