I have made it to Toronto unscathed and plaid in tact. Due to the simply fact that I have spent nearly every hour of the last week either on a plane or knee deep in denim-everything (read: packing), I haven’t been able to post nearly as much as I would have liked, or at all. Shame. But, all of that has changed. I have returned. Release the doves.
For the record: I am aware of the poor quality of these photos and I apologize in advanced. Rebuttal: my camera is somewhere over the Atlantic ocean and selftimering whilst balancing your iPhone is no easy task, my friend.
In other, more sartorially related, news – I am wearing camou. I think it’s time that camouflage, in some respects, mostly more of the awesome and less of the hunter kind, had a moment. And the clock starts here. I personally subscribe to the belief that it works as a free standing piece as well as a kickass mayering one.
I chose to pair my stealthy lad with some leather and paint the town camouflage. It’s a fairly ironic pattern when you really think about it – traditionally fashioned to hide a forest goer, but when coming to fruition on the street you stand out more than not. And I argue we should all try to stand out in a world of mostly stand-ins.