I’m not quite sure how to classify this last minute clothing combination...I definitely wasn’t entirely aware of what I was putting on my body when I finally decided to don real clothes sometime around 3:00 pm today. The synergiesing effect of the blue cosby sweater, tie dye crop top, and heels that a homeless dude asked to borrow after mumbling something about late-night shanking is somewhat confusing and all together way more color than I know what to do with.
Contributing to the sartorial nonsensicalness is the fact that I was not entirely aware of this sweater’s true brightness when I bought it a while back. That thrift store was just sparsely light enough to allow me to leave convinced that I had purchased a solid black cardigan that just so happened to have a randomly textured knit, and under the influence of the general haze that characterizes my usual dressing process I didn’t really take the time to check out its actual color. So I’m honestly just now realizing that there’s some blue in there. Rad. I think a celebratory dance might be in order.
I took these shots more as an excuse to get out of the house than anything else. Finals/final projects are happening next week, so most of the past 48 hours have been spent in a self-induced quarantine, and after all that time inside the walls were starting to perform some Indian Jones booby-trap style illusions. I swear I’m not losing my mind, though.