Yesterday I faced a small little apathetic my wardrobe. Crushed before louder over saturation, which is attributable to the years of collecting clothing and the reliving of various subcultures throughout my youth, I surrendered to my own indecision and put a pretty scratched plate by Run DMC on, followed closely by a spontaneous TLC nostalgia dance, instead of to attract me, once.
No fancy dresses and skirts, but certainly not on narrow tubes or pleat. So, I saw no other way out as an old trousers, who love to slip under the butt and was completed at the time with skin-tight Carhartt shirts, because: if it is untenrum far, it must be top crisp. I don’t see it, you know perhaps already. That’s why I chose today tomorrow (Monday!) Baggy + baggy and actually I can’t find anything bad about. The butt is so or so no peculiar eye-catcher, to be honest, that’s why I not seriously unattractive look from behind than usual also (I’m not sad, after all, everyone has a chocolate and a not-good side). My sweater is girls pink after all and therefore acts as a point of contrast in the entire trailer look.
(The Bindi on the first image pasted on my forehead, because despite I sneakers and baggy that young Gwen Stefani and all time Queen Courtney Love in the heart, but I like even TLC). I am now but yet highly excited, what you now think of this kind of baggy pants, huh? Did in real life, far away from the Monday Muffeligkeit and short spiritual dropouts, a chance at a comeback? I’m rather pessimistic.