Nestled into my ritualistic spot in the writer’s lair, this early morning grogginess calls for only one solution, an uber-astringent coffee-coma. While poorly attempting to reboot my mental hard drive from last’s night block party/scary movie combination, naturally, the hardly theoretical premise of seasonal concepts got me thinking. Spring, summer, autumn, winter… fashion. Springtime is like the icing on the cake, a teasing foreplay to what’s yet to come. Gradually, the sizzling summer heat sweeps through, peeling us from our clothes and dousing wardrobes like garland with tatty denims and platform gladiators. With a gust of wind, autumn rushes in accessorizing our lives with tights and trousers while winter… the shameless faux fur climax of the year, is frosting us with style. With that said, I felt a little ACDC graphic tee was necessary and um, the chains around my boots were once bra straps... now aptly deemed boots straps. I guess Victoria really does have a secret.
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