(Ph. Eva K Salvi)
Five years after everyone else (everyone else being cyber superstar Elin Kling) I have gone and bought the checkered PJ pants that confuse the heck out people. Part tracksuit bottoms (see: side zippers, unzipped in order to arouse fashion's newfound fetish for the front slit), part sleepwear (see: drawstring waist, too-good-not-to-take-a-snooze-in fabric and commonplace motif), friends and family don't know whether to complement my dedication to nonchalance, or set me up for an intervention (busted, you secretly watch the show too, don't you?) in the vain hope of getting me to wear proper street clothes.
Meanwhile, the only thing bothering me is that heels have since become a permanent member of my sartorial entourage, and it's time to take a reality check. Why buy the coolest flats about town if not to share some of the cyber spotlight. All in good time, folks, all in good time.
Just enjoy the ankle cleavage and let me know whether you think team Instagram will dub it too risqué for the likes of the sacred popular page. Wonder where that nonsense came from? The truth will come out tomorrow (so don't forget to tune back in). Bye for now.
I'm wearing: H&M New Icons jacket (similar here) and bracelet - ASOS top and rings - Zara cutout pumps - Joseph pants - Celine tote - Michael Kors watch