If you say you don’t want to some day, or right now, own a motorcycle, or at least look like it, you are lying – full on, no hold barred lying. I’m including myself in that sweeping generalization and today I sartorially transformed that inherent need to sit awkwardly and weave traffic with the end result being lots of black and several layers of leather. Which brought me full circle to a post I wrote not to long ago about the difficulty of finding the perfect leather jacket. Well, the struggle continues but in the meantime I use what I have and keep fighting the good fight in hopes someday I’ll have the proverbial paparazzi street shot – the one you see and think, ‘f$&*, that jacket’ – emphasis on the comma. Ba da bing, ba da boom.
Urban Outfitter leather jacket. Old Navy jacket. Thrifted corduroy/leather patch button down. H&M jeans. Aldo boots. A seemingly forever longing to have the holy grail of leather jackets, sigh.
