When: a couple weeks ago // Weather: 60s and sunny // Real life: work
I have serious question: Why do we bother with linen clothing? I mean, when they’re freshly laundered and ironed, they’re gorgeous. You put them on and you look like someone who owns a quaint $10 million house in Nantucket. You probably own lots of fancy wine glasses with stems and everything.
But as soon as you so much as scratch your upturned nose, you immediately look like someone who just woke up on the beach outside a $10 million house in Nantucket, cradling a bottle of 2 Buck Chuck.
The transition is quick, and it is aggressive, people.
Yet here I am wearing a linen shirt (and I wore it again this week). You’ll note that I’m conveniently hiding most of the shirt under a trench and standing in the sun to reflect light. Hence the nature of my question: Seriously, why do I bother?
Shirt (if you want to bother) // Shoes (on sale) // Bag // similar Scarf // similar Sunglasses // similar Trench
