“I f*cking love your outfit!”
A car pulled up beside me, honking, and a girl inside shouted this to me. I was wearing a wide cropped jean, neon sneakers, a neon turtleneck with the sleeves cut to bracelet length (due to a chocolate incident, TBH) and a hot pink nylon blazer from a Dries Van Noten men’s sale. On my way to brunch. This moment contains all …
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