A hilarious guest post from my friend Anji.
As far as my boyfriend’s interests go, “fashion” falls somewhere between midwifery and Josh Groban’s favourite flavour of ice cream. For him, “le smoking” is just fancy for pulmonary carcinoma and Yves is a saint who makes hotdogs and hand cream.
As such, my “sartorial wit” is often lost on him. Here are some recent purchases which he found to be particularly odious/grounds for committal.
Dolce & Gabbana harem pants.
High-waisted thrifted jean cut-offs.
And a belt from San Francisco.
I think every single piece looks amazing. Thanks again Anji! Want to contribute a guest post? Send me a note at email@example.com.