Glad to hear that you succumb almost as easily as me to those small offerings in the check out line.
It is warming up in Queensland, and not only because the season finale of How to Get Away With Murder was just released. The sun is also contributing. In honour of the weather, and our recent tropical cyclone, I decided to get out and about in the rainforest, with the prints to match.
Okay. So it is less of a rainforest, and more of a . . . botanical collection near my house.
Okay. Less of a botanical collection near my house, and more of a botanical collection in our front garden. But it’s pretty tropical and I think you get the spirit of the idea.
The t-shirt I am sporting is a contribution from Topshop to my
frighteningly large sensibly-sized collection of white-t-shirts-wit-inexplicable-logos-on-them. Example. The number 8 has little to no significance for me. I could make one up, and I probably will if anyone asks, but I’ll be lying. I just like white t-shirts and the number 8 sounds cool to me. *
The glasses are also a Topshop find (because you can only have so many pairs of expensive glasses before it becomes economically impractical) and my skirt contributes the bulk of any exoticism which this outfit may have to offer. A part of the Zara European Winter Collection, it is a great example of chromatic blues and tribal patterns. The retro-ness of the trend, reminded me of your commentary on the 70’s trends at NYFW. So perhaps as a blog, we are simply recommending that you put on some post-Beatles-Beatles, tease out your hair, and don some flairs. Time travel minus Marty McFly.
*Just did a wikipedia search on the meaning of the number 8 in popular culture and slang. I am now concerned as to whether I will be able to wear the shirt again.