Just like that, I couldn’t avert the DIY-ing… like some late-night freak show on a channel only I was watching, I found myself inextricably haunted by the manifesto of inventive opportunity. A creative baptism, I'm thinking.
So after a gentle nudge from numerous vintage cross trinkets, slightly dilapidated pieces, and near archaeological finds, I’d strewn together a gold and silver necklace… the alpha dog to all the rest. And it’s not an illusion. I’m wearing the ubiquitous shorts, and unless some wacky blizzard comes roving through like the abominable snowman, it’s non-negotiable… I’m living in Denim Cutoff Town.
Blazer, sunglasses, and vest, Vintage. Necklace, DIY. Boots, Rocawear.