There isn't a day that goes by that I don't ponder about gender roles, and how much these politics have dictated my life. Only until recently, I've grown to realize how much of a lesbian I really am. Err... That's a sentence I'd never thought I'd utter. *Clears throat* Allow me to reiterate. What I meant to say is I am likened to
butch lesbians in the sartorial sense where my personal style often draws upon inspirations from them. Consider frumpy trousers, unfitted men's shirts, oversize blazers, zero make up, Birkenstocks (they wore them before it was 'hip'), and anything that conceals any remnants of a chest and flatten the twins. Now add on a dash of emasculation and a half a cup of new-world feminist beliefs and you got yourself one cool bitch you're willing sell your left kidney to hang with and start a gurl band in Dalston. As well as wanting so
desperately to partake in women's trends without completely compromising
my male identity (what's left of it), I chose to be a tomboy, a
boy-tomboy. So this outfit pretty much sums up how I usually feel most at ease in. Most of life's problems can be settled by wearing baggy dress shirts, don't quote me on that. And when you throw on some pompom embellishments around my armpits, I can never resist. Then of course the bottoms that summed up this summer, le culottes... Always high waisted, A-lined and flared, showing just the right amount of anklage to waddle in! I think I speak for all of us when I say thank you Mr. Konrad Birkenstock of the Birkenstock franchise for his 'corky' contribution. Hence I shall pair this look with white birks (ironically not by Birkenstock) to stay both street-kewl and temperature-cool in this muthafuckin' summer heat.
shirt COMME DES GARÇONS | culottes TOPSHOP | bag CHANEL | sandals VENILLA SUITE