I thought it would be fun to walk to PAPER today from my apartment downtown because I hate taking the subwayâ¦ turns out I erred majorly with that decision as it was super windy, thus causing my hat to continuously flutter astray in a plight of freedom from the flimsy shackles of my head. But that ended up being a largely irrelevant concern given the mass scrutiny I endured from the collected peoples of the wholesale districtâ¦ one of whom said that I looked âmad nasty, like Marilyn Mansonâs brother or something.â Marilyn Mansonâs brother? Uh, Iâll take that! Totally my new look!
Anyways, it wasnât even that cold outside but I (quite naturally) took the very slight windchill factor as ample rationale for pullinâ out the ole winter fur. This is one of my fave jackets that I picked up somewhere near Londonâs Brick Lane for like five pounds. It smelled all gross like old people basement when I bought it, but after some heavy duty Febreezing and a few trips to the dry cleaner sheâs as prime as ever! Funny that I worked so hard to scrub the death scent out of this coat, considering that when I wear it I like to pretend Iâm a kooky grandpa just teetering on that fine line between mildly senile eccentricity and, like, just crazy.