From where, folks, does the appeal of a raggedy sleeveless t-shirt come?
It's like the perfect combination of 10 personas in one - an ideal piece in an age where irony rules.
Like - hey : I'm a 23-year-old girl dressed like a 16-year-old gym rat trying too hard to be a 35-year-old body builder.
And I'm OK with it.
Lately, I've noticed that showing some skin via a masculine piece of clothing is my ultimate go-to for feeling sexy.
Deep cut v-neck shlubby heather grey tee? Yes.
Baggy bf jeans cuffed at the ankle worn with a great (read: obnoxious) pair of heels? Hellz yes.
Torn sleeveless white tee?
and yes again.
I do realize that cut-off tanks with 80s/90s band logos are the ideal trend, but there's something so horribly bad but good about the all-white no frills version, is there not? It's like I almost might not be wearing this as a commentary on femininity or irony and just wearing it because it's comfortable and I sort of sweat a lot and to have no sleeves is actually quite convenient. #justkiddingbutreally
It's also the only way I can fathom wearing a polka dot maxi skirt.
So what is it with me and masculinity lately? It's like the only way I can feel confident and relevant is to also feel 30% manly.
In fact, in some strange manner, I actually feel prettier when dressed down with some boyish pieces than I do when all glammed up.
Maybe it's because I'm more in touch with myself and hence more confident? Maybe I'm just really sick of having to look pretty to feel pretty.
Or maybe I'm just a female masochist.
|skirt: Anthropologie, shirt: rando diy, necklace: Black & Noir, rings: The 2 Bandits, boots: Jeffrey Campbell|
Photos by Matthew Engelhart