A pocket full of…
Not everything in France is tainted by the smell of garlic and the sound of teeth being sucked in disapproval. In fact some things are fine. Like Poesy’s taste in threads and the girl herself.
I would try and tell you something from the source about this image, but it was taken from one of the French blogs I read (look at). Just know that from the waist down things are little sketchy, that denim fray is certainly not even close to hip. However, up top the layering and the rough cut of the sleeves offer something, that while hinting at refugee cool, goes a little further.
Via Café Mode.
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The fray, the clog, the tv host jacket « ShitThreadsNoFriends said this on March 7, 2010 at 5:17 pm