Cellulite is in.

Has anybody out there seen Tiny Furniture?

I just finished, and let me tell you - granny panties and cellulite have never seemed so cool.

In fact, I'm pretty certain that I'm never wearing pants again. 

I mean, the self assurance Lena Dunham radiates in her butt-shots is enough to make Victoria Secret models passé, and I'm convinced that slightly-chubby-post-grad is the new Miranda Kerr.

It certainly is more attainable. 

So though I may be wearing pants, I thought that I'd embrace my inner weird stay-at-home-nerd by sporting my fave go-anywhere-do-anything backpack; an accessory of which I was once self-conscious, and to which I now deem it worthy to devote an entire post. 

I am, most truly, in love with this little item. 

At first glance I saw nothing but an almost-Longchamps purse - a half-cool accessory - an off-kilter attempt at normalcy. 

backpack: Longchamp, boots: Etienne Aigner, sweater: Target,  pants: TrippNYC

But now I see perfection. Classic, practical, perfection. 

It is the nearly nerdy cousin of an over-worn arm piece - just "in" enough to be acceptable, just out enough to be me. 

It also carries a 15-inch Macbook pro.

Which is insane and weirdly Mary-Poppin-esque. 

So there's that.

Cheers.

PS: I promise I wrote this post before man repeller's lena tribute. I promise. Great nerds think alike.