MEG Harem Pant
MEG Leather Top
ZARA Ankle Boots (SS 2014 version here)
RUSSIAN navy Ushanka
(traded for my Canadian toque from a Russian Navy trainee)
ARTISAN necklace (similar here)
ARTISAN necklace (similar here)
One last winter fashion post before the sun starts to fill
my see-through pale self with color or at least provide me with some much
needed vitamin D.
These photographs feature another part of my Russian
adventure; the Red Square in Moscow. The square holds the very beautiful Kremlin,
which was the former royal household and is now the official residence of the President
of Russia, Putin. Every time I think of this guy it reminds me of poutine (one
of Canada’s stable foods consisting of French fries, cheese curds and gravy);
both devilish yet significant.
This outfit includes one of my favorite clothing purchases
from the winter; my gold ‘hammer’ harem pants. These pants are a) comfortable,
b) great to dance in, c) small and easy to travel with and d) gold. What more
could you ask for from a piece of clothing? They are great for the summer too.
These babies emit a bohemian vibe that is ideal for a music festival like
Montreal’s Osheaga.
However, I feel as though I have a responsibility in
promoting this sartorial choice because unfortunately, these pants do not come
with a warning label attached to them. For those of you looking for that
special someone, the harem pant’s integral characteristic of a lowered crotch
hanging somewhere between knee and mid-thigh may be considered sartorially
aggressive and result in “repelling members of the opposite sex.” But people
like Leandra Medine, who I quoted from the fashion blog The Man Repeller, and I
say f*** it. Wear what you want, where you want and make your style a means of
expressing your interests, personalities and opinions. Doing this will only inspire others to do the
same, and I don’t know about you, but I consider the world to be a better place
when people nurture their individuality and passions and aren’t afraid to
innovate the conventional to offer the world something novel.
So please, blast “You
Can’t Touch This” by M.C Hammer on your stereo, dance like a boss, and work
those dropped crotch sons’ o bitches. Be everything you are right now and show
it off.
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