And so, I have again met with the infamous red wall that elicits moments of empowerment, and certain moments of self-reflection. As ecliptic as I may seem, I feel the wall is sufficiently potent in making me feel inclined to discover unknown sides of myself, which I never knew I had. In other words, it makes you wildly chic, and I emphasize the wild. It could be that I have developed a disorder, exuding multiple emotions in very obscure ways; or, perhaps, it's just the color red that makes me want to jump of merriment, or go "in disguise", as portrayed in the photo where I look like I'm reenacting hangman.
Either way, I'm fond of the red wall. In fact, I'm oddly comfortable with it. It's suitable for anyone of any being, I tell you. In any event, I don't know what I'm exactly channeling here, as I've become cognizant of the fact that my pants seemingly look like they've gone through war. So let's just say I'm channeling my inner rebel, but not, considering I'm as innocuous as a dead squirrel. But the floppy hat, in all it's floppiness, ensures that this part of me won't be shown. Get it? I actually don't either. Let's be candid, I ramble nonsense that's even incomprehensible to those who are not sane. On a different note, as I became aware of how wonderful the floppy hat really is, it's as if I would rather have hat hair than go with my life without the hat. Love is love; love at first sight, though, is bliss.
I have chosen to assemble the hat with an H&M muscle tank and Sexso ripped jeans. Mind you, I have no clue as to why a brand would be called "Sexso". Maybe a premise was supposed to be crossed. Anyway, the Zara Hat and Zara bag merely complement each other like peanut butter and jelly. The plaid blouse which I have grown immense adoration for, has also become to the beacon to my soul. As for the Escada shoes, they're like colorblocked beauty, which I have grown a deep connection with, as they have never proved me wrong, like Mr. Spectacles. The jewelry is your typical treasure.
Photos via Erica Cohenmehr.