Forever 21 tee, H&M bag, Aldo ring, Ardene's belt, Dad's FCUK shirt worn as skirt, vintage cowboy boots.
This is what what I wore Saturday night, the night I thought I was going to see Inception but ended walking into a packed show and having my ticket refunded. Good times.
Got the whole "Wear-A-Men's-Shirt-As-A-Skirt!" idea from one of Sandra's posts at 5 inch and up. The girl is a genius, seriously. And it turned out pretty well, if I do say so myself. (Although my father was less than pleased and my mother "doesn't get kids these days.")
My precious photographer (and one of my best friends):
Also, I have a thing for street signs, no matter what they have written on them... so shiny.
(SLOW = ME. LOOK AT HOW COOL I AM. YOU DON'T WITNESS THIS EVERYDAY, PEOPLE.)
P.S. The title is from a Born Ruffians song - it's an A+ lesson in discontinuous thoughts if I've ever seen one. Much like this post.