true confession: i don't like denim jackets. unless it's on ponyboy or any other outsider.
i've had this lovely since 2000 when i worked for the gap. i'm pretty positive i got this on their crazygood employee discount. my roomies and i wore it non-stop. this was also when polyester bootcut pants were all the rage! you can imagine the sartorial genius that transpired when everything was paired with black pants or a denim jacket. or (bonus)BOTH!
as a result, i've never been able to part with this jacket, but i just never wear it. it's like songs on the radio. overkill kills. sorry bruno mars. for this reason, you and i will never be friends. perhaps someday when i hear you on the lite station at the denist office i will think fondly of the year you reconfirmed what i already knew, that i am amazing just the way i are.
t shirt- old navy
shoes- kristin davis via target
***note to self- perhaps a gigantic white stripe across my widest point isn't the best idea.
this popped collar is for you c. thomas howell!