3 Parts Grandpa; 1 Part Prostitute

I like the idea that each one of us is an amalgamation of people.

For example: I am composed of roughly 3 parts grandfather and 1 part prostitute. 

On occasion, I manage to successfully incorporate a dash of Pocahontas - but typically that's more of an aspirational attempt than an actual success story. 

Alas, I'm pleasantly content with my current incorporation of societal stereotypes. Not that, you know, I couldn't be persuaded to adopt a touch of say, model-off-duty chic if I were well, you know, cooler and all. 

As it is, I'll stick to my elderly-with-a-touch-of-edgy aesthetic and dream of days when the words "refined" or "regal" can be used to describe my sense of style. 

jacket: vintage, blouse: j.crew, pants: H&M, shoes: Windsor Smith

In other words, don't hold your breath.

If you had to pick 3 social stereotypes to describe your sense of style, could you?

And at what point do you yourself become a unique social stereotype?

I mean, I can't wait till people start dressing like "Gabbys" (Gabbies??).

Cheers.