Maison Scotch shirt, Akira cut-offs, Proenza sandals
Gift (from my very sweet intern from Columbia)!
It's the end of another summer without a real trip (I am about as stir-crazy as a silly straw), so why not let a little kooky out? Did I mention it's mostly been unbearably hot? The combination of which has left me feeling like the lovechild of Fred Armisen's Joy Behar (see below) and a very confused tourist (see above). But, WHO does really care? Why not just do what you feel like? Ok, there are a lot of reasons, but not that many sartorially, especially in the summer, especially at the end of summer. Hawaiian shirts have been a bit of a staple to me this season (but somehow remained undocumented until now), although I was feeling a bit of ennui about a matchy/tasteful situation. Solution? Why not leopard? Why not pink sunglasses? Why not an evil eye? Just do it. All.