OH, GOD, YES! Y-3 SS2011.
I know I’ve been bitching about how effing tired I am of black drapery and hackneyed 90’s references (ladies and gentleman, I’ve worn high waisted uber-tailored skirts again two days in a row now, and also white, IN PROTEST, possibly as a result of PTSD after seeing someone in head to toe Rick Owens with a fucking french manicure and nicely foiled blonde hair) and also despite the fact that such midriff baring looks good on, oh, basically nobody — but THIS IS EVERYTHING I HAVE EVER DREAMED OF SINCE I FIRST SAW GWEN STEFANI IN THE “JUST A GIRL” VIDEO IN BAGGY BELTED PANTS AND A SPORTS BRA AND ALSO SINCE I WAS 11 AND CRUSHING ON MISCELLANEOUS HIGH SCHOOL KIDS WHO LOOKED JUST LIKE THIS. From the baggy pants to the crop tops to blue-black lipstick and superfluous chain accessories and even the absolutely terrible I-stuck-my-finger-in-an-electric-socket spiked hair on the dudes. Dying. DYING. LOVE.
In somewhat related shallow lusting, I tried these suckers on and let me tell you that as soon as my bank account agrees THEY ARE GOING TO BE MINE. Hidden wedge creepers? (Also, mostly rubber, which bodes well for the coming months of sleet/snow/rain which is New York from December til April.) YES PLEASE.
