Minimalist monochromatic days when your senses seem to be over-ridden by the 'first-world' problem of the unrelenting forgiveness of your closet. This post is drowning in waves of hipster-ocity - "Colors are too mainstream", and oversized bermudas are always meant to be worn at your hips. Belts are passé.
Snagged this top from the Zara sale (another reason for girls to live - that 9gag post full of movies and games is henceforth rendered irrelevant) yesterday, for which I schlepped my body to at 10 in the morning. Interest is one thing. Dedication is key.
Zara top; Uniqlo bermudas; Far East boots; Monorain shopping bag