Any time I see pictures of people dressed insanely or hear stories of the outfits people claim to have seen, I'm a little skeptical. No longer.
Today, I walked into a nearby branch of the library, a few blocks from where I work. I stopped by the restroom. Inside the restroom, there was a man. I have no idea what pants he was wearing.
This is because my attention was taken by his "shirt" and his "shoes."
Shirt: a black plastic garbage bag with head and arm holes, styled with tape into a sort of broad shouldered tunic.
Shoes: Knit pink ankle booties.
I almost couldn't pee.
Today, I walked into a nearby branch of the library, a few blocks from where I work. I stopped by the restroom. Inside the restroom, there was a man. I have no idea what pants he was wearing.
This is because my attention was taken by his "shirt" and his "shoes."
Shirt: a black plastic garbage bag with head and arm holes, styled with tape into a sort of broad shouldered tunic.
Shoes: Knit pink ankle booties.
I almost couldn't pee.
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