Because I like playing
down what would normally be played up, enter this number from the streets of Chinatown: tuxedo jacket sans lapel; the tank I told you I’d be wearing countless times this summer; semi-destroyed denim; and clean, perforated sneakers. And while the jeans were a tad bit large in the waist before tailoring, I went ahead and used this spring scarf (that was clearly too hot to be worn that day) as a belt. While I admit having considered myself looking like a fool with five iterations of this outfit ahead of finalizing on this one due to the belt itself, the determining factors lied in “scarf as belt or no belt at all?” I haven’t been one very much this year to wear a belt; I’ve been into cleaner separations and ensuring that no-pants-are-to-be-worn-unless-tailored. We’ll see how long that lasts. But the scarf is fun, and combined with the tank adds a bad boy flair that I’m feeling perhaps reminiscent of where I am, or where I want to be, or where I ought to be. To be determined.