When it comes to picking personality types,
I am definitely an all-or-nothinger.
Rarely (read: never) am I capable of finding a middle ground.
This inability to choose moderation applies to all sorts-o'-situations -
whether that be settling for a regular bedtime (somewhere between 7pm and 4am),
or a happy H-Pitty premiere medium that doesn't consist of a full-on blackmail-worthy Luna Lovegood ensemble
(real radish earrings, guys ... real).
So, for a wee change, I thought today I'd give Mr. Moderation a chance.
Here you will find one hyper-masculine jean vest from the afore-posted Canadian Tux
& a pair of coral pants seen recently in my uncharacteristic foray into neutral nudity.
With a certain couple of way over-photographed vintage black boots, naturally.
It's literally all about juxtaposition.
(how much do you want to slap me right now?)
But hold off! Because as you're reading this,
I'm making my back to Paris - the land from which I sprung.
So stay tuned. 'Cause I brought my camera, and I'm not afraid to use it.