The Bunny Report: "I Call This Look Chessmaster-Chic"

From now on, everyday that intern Jordan Kinney, aka “Bunny,” comes into the office, he’ll be walking us through his look. Here’s his first installment.

Mmm, the personal joys of social disapproval! As I sauntered uptown to the PAPER offices this morning, I collected my daily affirmations from various city dwellers (garbage men, urban youth collectives, hungover shame-walkers, etc.) ranging from the always friendly cries of “Freak!” to the mildly confused heckles of “Urkel!” With such reception, I knew today’s self-styling was yet again a success!

I call this look “chessmaster-chic” -- a monochramtic ode to Jeremy Scott (or at least the T-shirt prints of the eighties that he appropriates) and uh… timeless recreational gaming or whatever. The shirt is actually a dress, I think, but who really cares -- good fashion knows no gender! Judging from the increased assignments of freakdom by the general public today, I’d say it’s a real crowd pleaser!

I have four pairs of these white H&M jeans because I hate doing laundry (and by doing laundry I mean bringing it to the laundry service where other people do it for me) and I tend to spill various condiments on myself throughout any given day (today’s include ketchup and egg yolk, grossss).

My shoes are vintage lizard skin Giorgio Brutini's that I bought at my fave store Screaming Mimi’s on Lafayette Street along with the vintage locket. My oversized cardigan is American Apparel (who knew!) and my black linen dress shirt is vintage Geoffrey Beene. OK, I have no idea why, but I’m OBSESSED with Geoffrey Beene. I have all these weird pieces by the label (including a floor length black TRENCH COAT that looks like some sort of Victorian occult uniform) that were allegedly intended for the consumption of middle American women looking for sensible everyday fashions or something. During his design heyday, Geoffrey’s prime clientele were such somebodies as Lady Bird Johnson, Pat Nixon AND Nancy Reagan –- totes sexy!

I picked up my vintage pink Nintendo Legend of Zelda watch in Tokyo last year and my glasses (with actual prescription lenses, haters!) are from the best eyewear store in the city, Fabulous Fanny’s.

That my daily ensembles elicit such widespread social Tourette’s is sometimes puzzling, true. I could also probably owe such frequent shout-outs to my extremely lanky stature (practically a body type requirement below 14th street!), but I suppose I press on with my expressions of the self in spite of the reactions because, uh, I like wearing clothes and stuff.

Um, I also have a college degree and think about other things sometimes.