


Topshop shorts, Vintage Sex Pistols tee and fur coat, H&M men’s hat, Asos boots.
Apparently this is my wake-up in the morning, seriously hungover, cannot face the world, throw on whatever is lying on the floor outfit. This melange of garments is a reliable cover for coffee runs, magazine pick-ups, or a five minute walk with my energizer puppy. I am eternally grateful to the person that designed ridiculously oversized sunglasses.
(Obviously for those really bad hangovers and late mornings, I’m wearing something that would be a travesty to post on a fashion blog. But we will pretend moments like that don’t actually exist.)