“some mornings, it’s just not worth chewing through the leather straps.” // e. philips

the smartest outfit i wore as a kid, was centered around a black, faux-leather mini skirt.

with it, i wore a pale blue button-down, probably a hand-me-down from my older brother, a white knit vest over top, and a thick headband keeping my long hair away from my face.

to finish it all off, ankle boots, in a shiny black leather, that made me look so sophisticated, but had thin rubber soles so that i could still run around and play at the park – not like i did that very often. i was a social pariah in middle school, (don’t fret – i’ve already spent hours going over it with my therapist).

although i’d like to say that my high morals have prevented me from both wearing leather shoes and eating a burger from time to time, my will is weak. yet in terms of wearing leather, as in a top, a bottom, a coat, or dress, (though barring all manners of bags) – that is a thought that seems so foreign, it doesn’t quite scan. to be sure, there are so many pieces that are gorgeous, but perhaps i’m sweaty enough without adding an extra laying of skin atop the one i already have?






➝ source : palmira stripe bonded leather jacket via muubaa

➝ source : perforated pleat detail shirt via drome

➝ source : elastic waist skirt via proenza schouler

➝ source : kansai circle print dress via alexander mcqueen


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