Disclaimer: I hate myself as much as you do for this mirror shot, probably more. Anyhow, there are several things that go through my mind at 7 am whilst attempting to better myself for the day ahead, although the most prominent and important being: how will this look when I leave the poorly lit dungeon that is my basement apartment bathroom. Wait, I know what you’re thinking “Why is your ‘basement apartment bathroom’ so large and well-tiled?”. It’s not, I took this picture at work – which I’m now realizing
isn’t is definitely the most productive way to spend the day. The look in question held up far better than I first expected.
Let’s talk more clothes and less ceramic tile. These tweed pants are now my favourite thing to have touched my crotch, granted this is a feat that would prove admirable were they in better, or any, company. Any at all. I’m kiddinggggg. I’m not.