T-shirt, from street vendor. Flannel, thrifted. Pants, Uniqlo. Shoes, Marc Jacobs. Watch, Timex. Belt, my flea market.
This t-shirt may look vintage but it's really a knockoff from a street vendor that my friend Davis got me when she went to see the Who at HP Pavilion about 5-7 years ago. It looks thoroughly vintage and worn because I wear and wash it so often. Every time I dress up like a lady, right afterwards I feel the urge for a little bit of grunge. Sometimes I think, who am I, aesthetically, because I hop from one style to another and that maybe I should pick a theme by which to define myself. Then I think about the fact that I enjoy expressing my emotions through my clothes and as they are ever changing so why shouldn't my style?
Photos by Meher Siegle
