wearing vintage pants, H&M sweater, thrifted jean jacket, Minnetonka moccasins
These are the kind of pants that could literally stand in for birth control. I didn't even realize how true that is until I saw them photographed in all their resplendent polyester high-waisted glory. No self-respecting individual would wear these and think they look halfway decent, but I did, so apparently my opposite body dysmorphic disorder has struck again (wherein I think I look better than I really do). Ah, the power of denial is quite something, isn't it?
And fuck if I don't say so myself, but this week's manicure is killing it. Wrinkly knuckles and all.