“people are strange when you’re a stranger, faces look ugly when you’re alone; women seem wicked when you’re unwanted, streets are uneven when you’re down.” // j. morrison
in this eternal fumble toward some small bit of existential harmony, there will be those moments when, both figuratively and literally, we will trip, take a massive spill and land unceremoniously on our asses. it’ll look as good as it feels.
as such – i might as well be splayed on the sidewalk with holes ripped into bloodied knees, lamenting the sun in my eye, the gruff dude who failed etiquette class, and because the sidewalk cement was uneven – my toe caught and i was gone.
eventually, i’ll find my footing – the kinks will steam out, the wrinkles will get ironed, and the pavements repaved smooth; until then, i’ll watch my step and make sure my buttons are done up evenly.
➝ source : long asymmetric shirt via loewe
➝ source : bi-coloured asymmetric skirt via marni
➝ source : asymmetric paneled dress via anrealage