I know it’s only Wednesday, but the week is basically over now...at least that’s what I’m telling myself currently. The past three days have more or less been an experiment in putting as much as possible off until the very last moment and then not really stressing over whether or not they work themselves out, but I’m thinking I’ll make up for recent laziness by locking myself in my apartment this weekend and trying to avoid distracting things, which might just be the hardest thing ever attempted considering how easy it is for nuance events to capture my attention. Possible downfalls: all of the amazing collaborations coming out soon/just released. Margiela at H&M? After haunting the photos they released a couple of weeks ago and discovering that they concocted a dress named after a car seat, I have to say that nothing short of a preemptive Mayan-apocalyptic type of happening will keep me from stopping by a store to at least check out if not spend every last dime I have on pieces from the collection.
Today, it was these grossly unattractive (in a cool way...I hope) acid wash semi-athletic shorts and an oh so gauzy shirt that really screams for a dirty beach/some intense sun-bathing. I paired them with my chunky, surprisingly sturdy Target heeled clogs to play up whatever bizarre vibe they’re giving off and snapped some photos of the everything together on one of those blazingly golden, disgustingly beautiful palm tree lined streets that seem to be everywhere here. Abundance definitely does not equate un-appreciation, in this instance.