vintage Oscar de la Renta blouse, W118 Walter Baker coat, Ben Sherman pants, Modern Vice boots, Vanessa Mooney body chain, vintage wrap belt
It's a lot going on, I know.
I'm pretty sure at some point it was decreed as a rule of the universe that everyone should have at least one pair of funky pants in their repertoire. To answer that calling, I've made it a point to whip these Ben Shermans out every once in a while when I'm feeling like crap. They remind me of the Beatles' Magical Mystery Tour period when they went with the whole mod-dandy thing and made it a point to wear those loud 60's print suits. Of course Pink Floyd, The Rolling Stones, The Who, Frank Zappa and other bands were doing that sort of thing, but the Beatles made it especially whimsical. Loves that junk.
After a good 3 or 4 days of unseasonably warm weather near the low 80's, NYC's skies turned to doom and gloom rather quickly, and so I decided to wear a bunch of prints at once to perk up the mood. The Winklepicker-inspired Jetts felt like a natural choice to keep in line with some semblance of a menswear vibe. I proceeded to walk to SoHo, grab a coffee, and find a patch of warm sunlight to sit and people-watch in.