creepin'

Can we stop for a second and talk about the fact that it’s totally pathetic that I don’t own a pair of creepers? Considering how many times I’ve talked about them before (with regards to Y-3 SS11, and with regards to that Oyster Mag ed that I’m still loving) it’s getting sort of ridiculous. We’re probably going on well over a decade of coveting now — this probably started sometime in junior high school when some awful ska-listening New Jersey punk-rock high school kids I admired/adored/wanted were clomping around in them, which also probably still influences me more than I want to admit. Which might also explain my newfound adoration for Franky on Skins…totally just transferring it from my own preteen years. (am I being a creep for being in love? either way OMG I am EXCITED about this season, plz discuss.)

Knowing me, of course, I’d pair them with cropped paperbag black wool trousers, lace ankle socks, some sort of lingerie-ish tank, and a leather jacket… or one of my long skirts and a cropped top. For now, though, a few more photos decidedly outside of the dreadful 90’s-high-school-ska-fan or midwest-rockabilly-revival look, from 50’s teddy boys to lookbook.nu today.