ninetwelvetwentyfive

some days i make an effort:

(jacket vintage from rio, grey american apparel shirt which i wear far too often, solea shoes, cropped trousers from glassons in NZ — my friend sola described them as “hammer pants” which is better than saying i look like rupert the bear, i guess)

and some days i don’t:

(well, not much of an effort except for the shoes, which are paul smith from the sale at selfridges yyyyyeeearssss ago.  you know, men really *get* these shoes.  they are the only shoes i own which reliably get comments from otherwise fashion-estranged blokes. why is that?)

this week has been super mental and it’s with some delight that i have reached the weekend.  yay weekend.

i plan to sort out my accounts (rock) and customise a leather jacket that i bought for 20 bucks in wellington.  currently, it is a nasty, boxy shape.  but it is beautiful soft leather.  so i hope to recut it so that it looks a bit more rick owens and a bit less rick astley.  i’ll let you know.

in other news, i’m starting to set dates and make plans for my return to NZ.   it’s both exciting and terrifying.