what it feels like, for a girl...

boy dressing. it's a good thing.

it has many wonderful qualities. including but not exclusive to:
ease of wear-menswear always looks done. except boardies. boardies always make your look come undone lads.
multipurpose with the boyf [or stylish male flattie if you are so lucky] which leads to a shared cost...or free.
colour palette and patterns that are just begging for mixing. and surprisingly, it does not emulate visual vomit? you try that eclectic mix flaunted on the runways with a femme wardrobe and see if everyone around doesn't scramble for sunglasses, a blindfold or a bucket? runway does not equal reality for an outfit made from a florals/stripes/digital/tribal/spots/technicolor mix.
shapeless shapes
structured shapes
did i mention ease of wear?
did i mention shared cost?

big r doesn't seem to mind that i occasionally dip into [read: constantly raid] his wardrobe, nor the fact that when he's contemplating buying a 'new fing' to wear, my opinion is somewhat selfish in the hope i can wear it too. "you don't need those pants but you could reeeeaaallly do with that shirt...can i just try it on?"
and okay, so it's an aesthetic that sits on the man-repeller side of the sartorial fence. but i don't care--i've always had a tendency to dress on the boyish side of life. i will now and probably will always have it somewhere in my mix.


the clarins lipgloss, my diy rope necktie and dusty old pair of boots are current faves.

wearing: glassons shirt, diy necktie, mens grey jumper from bauhaus, thrifted suede shorts, akubra, boots, bag and camel coat.

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