Brr

Because everyone who is anyone these days knows to appreciate the layering and options of disguising poor tastes in clothing by wearing more of it. Of course, you know that I am actually a master of wearing so many layers that I may occasionally (on my more tired days) pass for a hipster. To the untrained eye, that is. Prepster and hipster are two very different creatures. If you mistake the more stylish (prep) for the trendy (hipster), please leave. Or at least, don't speak to me about clothes. Just nod when I tell you to appreciate something. Like how adorably afraid of the cold I am dressed at them moment. Because I fucking am. 

Ensemble du jour: snakeskin print skinny trousers (in a short cut, so my black socks encased ankles are shown, studded smoking slippers (or tuxedo slippers. Regardless, gold on black pleather is always classy), navy pea coat and multi-colored homemade infinity scarf covering up my loose striped knit-borderline sweater-top and denim men's cut shirt. To keep the rest clean, no jewelry and hair up in a bun. Too bad this girl has no camera and cannot illustrate with a photograph. Whoops.