That runway show did me some good -- it reminded me of an aesthetic I grew through my teens on and sort of avoided for the past two years. A kind of Nylon Japan/Popsister/Egg/Capsule Jumper feeling. It feels great to do something outside of my personal norm, and I think heading into winter I'll be doing a lot more coordis like this.
I never wear flat shoes, so this was a bit of a special occasion. It's an absolute crime that these boots don't get worn more often.
I love grubby streets. I like rooftops and alleys and graffiti and cigarette butts on the pavement and scaffolding. Is that weird? Maybe.