I have always wondered what fantasy other-world some of the bloggers I follow live in. (It might be California – I rlly DK). A place where you can comfortably execute an outfit that involves bare legs and any level of long sleeves is inconceivable when you are suffering through the unstopping humidity of high summer in NYC. I don’t care how breezy the holes in your deconstructed sweater are – the only sweater in my summer wardrobe is ME. The city’s concrete hoards the heat and doesn’t let go until sometime in late September. Fall is abrupt – freezing, raining, more about hoods-up Patagonia shells and rain boots, less about chunky knits and bared legs showing off the last of summer’s tan, as editorials would have you believe.
But then, this summer rolled through, everyday blissfully more comfortable than the next – until this morning I woke up to a cold, rainy October sky and realized I had missed three of my immediate family members birthdays (August, September, October). I’m sorry lil bro, baby sis, MOM – I DO love you. The fact that I have been rocking shorts w sweatshirts, combined w my very loose grasp on the concept of time, led me to assume I was stuck in an infinity loop .gif sometime in late May. It was a feeling more magical than baby elephants playing in a kiddie pool forever, as seen through a pair of celestial crystal Oakley wrap shades worn by God himself …………………… Wait, wait, so, summer’s over?! I have quite a few b-day presents to catch up on.
Images, explained: I made this gif to explore nostalgia, who God rlly is and why God or anyone would wear wrap shades. I’m not saying this explains it. I’m just saying this addresses it. Additional images above by Cliff Briggie and Brian Bielman via Sport of Style were stolen from the interweb’s as academic supporting material.