I wasn’t invited to any summer weddings, although this is probably what I would try to get away with if it were out in the country somewhere. I’ve always been fond of flouting the rules of formalwear — skinny jeans instead of dress pants, knit jackets instead of wool, wearing t shirts instead of button ups. And I suppose I’ve taken all of those rebellions and styled them up as one peculiar look.
I was in Paris years and years ago and I saw a beautiful man in a beautiful jacket. I’m fairly certain it was a Chanel piece, and it was a baby blue tweed with just the right amount of nubby texture, and a hint of destruction. It was boxy but loose, form fitting but comfortable. You could tell he was as comfortable as he was put together. And I saw him for maybe a minute — but the image stuck.
So when I was in Zara browsing and I found this, I didn’t care that I had no money in my bank account, I grabbed my size and whipped out the credit card. The jacket was a dream of a find, and possibly my favorite piece in my wardrobe.
The jorts have been with me some time, and they started their life as a pair of favorite jeans. It’s sometimes weird the things we have a hard time letting go of. I tried replacing these with a pair of pre-shredded jean shorts and they just don’t feel right. I feel like I’m cheating on a loved one when I wear them. So I remain loyal.
The shoes are a pair of Bally’s that I got on eBay and have been with me for quite a few years. They seemed like an extravagant purchase when I bought them, with their patent leather accents, but in reality they were one of my best purchases. I’ve worn them all over the world, they’re super comfortable, and while I do need to go get them cleaned, they’re just as dear as the first day I wore them.