Just when I thought I'm over my creeper obsession, the damp post-snowy climate demands my senses to be 'heightened' in its literal context, meaning the additional altitude flatforms provide proves them to be functional maybe more than fashionable as the elevation keeps my ankles and trouser hems dry and dirt-free. Muddy splashes generally induced from mundane trotting within this urban space no longer poses a sartorial threat. Hence, even the somewhat overrated childish act of kicking raked-up piles of leaves accompanied by sporadic blotches of mud did not taint my clothes. It's fitting really, that I opted for a Peter Pan look whilst acting like a child, or was I always childish and decided to dress like Peter Pan? It's like 'The Chicken or the Egg' theory, I'm stumped... Let's just fly to Neverland and stay forever young.
beanie JYLLE NAVARRO, sunglasses WESTWARD LEANING, coat TOPSHOP UNIQUE, shirt VINTAGE, jeans UNIQLO, creepers BUFFALO, bracelets HENRI BENDEL & COS & ASOS