that makes me wear it with menswear.
Maybe it’s its short, black leather-ness — it could look mildly scandalous unless paired with a conservative top. You know, something a lumberjack would wear.
The shirt is men’s vintage. So is the watch. It’s my husband’s Omega from the 50s (for months he wouldn’t let me wear it and when he finally did, the first thing I did was break the strap — sorryyyyyy!).
At least we can figure out what it is about me that makes him hesitant to lend me anything.