Jason steals my clothes. I am not pointing fingers I am simply stating facts. He steals my cardigans and tees. If I cannot find something I look through Jason's closet. Well, recently I have taken that liberty with his closet. Yes, I have started to steal his dress shirts. To be honest he does not wear them anyway.
Now I wear them almost constantly. These dress shirts are my favorite silhouette. A clean button down paired with ripped jeans and flats. For me it doesn't get better than that!
In my youth you had to force me into anything that would have required pressing but now I live in it. Odd huh? Is this change because of age or a change in my mind in life? I'm not sure but I am happy in this space. In these stolen shirts. In my little cultural centers here in Indy.
credits: H&M fedora, Mossimo ballet flats, Vintage envelope clutch and eyewear, and American Eagle skinny jean, men's dress shirt and belt.