Bcbgmaxazria top, Theyskens' Theory pants, Proenza Schouler shoes, Balenciaga clutch, Céline sunglasses
Sneaking out of a party and into a nearby park at dusk, wearing double-waisted jeans in a dangerously white wash at risk of sopping up some muddying substance. Even the ever-handy orange Tide stick fails at times. Although some people have given up on wearing white altogether, it happens to be omnipresent in my closet and sartorial conscience. But this lucky pair came out unscathed after being worn through a two-hour car ride, having a cappuccino over it, and sprawling on questionable grass and sandbox sand. I know. That's intense. They are cropped exactly enough to not cover up these flamed woodblocks that have the weirdest heel curvature I have seen and cutouts in just the right places.