Cerebral joggers

(Ph/Private)

I'm having one of those Sundays, lolopping left, right and centre, pen in hand, magazines at the ready, style.com/BoF/WWD/Sh*t Fashion Girl's Say (preemptive purposes, obvs!) diligently tabbed .. unfortunately for all parties involved, my brain is in joggers - and unwilling to change out of them. They are plush and velvety, and apparently make it (him?) feel like a Kardashian. Something we'd all like to try I'm sure. A lengthy, slightly loony metaphor, only to describe a rather forceful case of writer's block. Or more to the point, of cerebral laziness so intense that to string two words together in an intelligible manner is beyond me. 

So, what started out as an opinionated critic of one of the most visually arousing fashion houses out there has in fact been converted into (yet another) shameless eulogy to yours truly, with accompanying photographic material et al. Or, more specifically, to my sartorial cocktail of choice for the day. One would hope that I come up with more stimulating content for the week to come (that review. It's happening folks. Stay tuned. No, really it is. I will wrestle ol' brain out of those joggers if need be), but if you would indulge me just because it's Monday, and I'm wearing flats. See what I mean. Total lack of logical connectors. Oh well, at least what you see is what you get (and here's to hoping that you like what you see): distressed-to-perfection denim, fluffy burgundy woolly, and studded loafers. World-class originality. Or lack of. Whatever, as long as it's comfy. 

Now remains, should I be buying me some juicy joggers too? This girl likes to chill has much as her brain does. Don't quote me on that P'Trique.

PS. If you haven't already, there's still plenty of time to try your luck at my little CHANEL GIVEAWAY, Go'on then, you know you want to!

I'm wearing an H&M trend burgundy knit, the boy's belt, Current Elliot super-distressed jeans and Zara studded loafers. On my nails, 'Black Satin' by Chanel. 

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