(falcon jacket by/from risto, siblings t-shirt sent to me by the band, thrifted leggings, doc martens boots)
My old man and I have a quaint little Sunday routine - wake up (at noon, usually...), nurse our hangovers, take our pup for a stroll around the block, and get breakfast at Atomix Cafe. It's quite cute, actually, and provides me with stability in an otherwise mad, mad world. As Nicolette so wisely once said, brunch is the most important meal of the day. As such, I like to throw on an ensemble that is just slightly above "I had too many drinks last night and consequently feel like death warmed over." A single statement piece is typically sufficient to mitigate the puffy eyes and vertiginous nausea. In yesterday's case, it's this Risto jacket, which, well, um, darting eyes, shuffling feet, was custom made for me. Thanks Risto. My new boots are SHOEGAZE SHOES (lol Morgan, no, they do not have one tooth). I have a weakness for anything iridescent because it so strongly reminds me of my favorite music. Reflecty rainbow kaleidoscopy things anchored with heavy black basics>>>never gonna stop.