As usual, more than the subject of the photo, I am more fascinated by the first comments I see. I have to say what kind of drink many commentators on Sartorialist are having. I would like some of that. Perhaps, they might share it, because they are speaking as if high on something best absorbed through the lungs involving smoking – and I don’t smoke. This whole ‘look’ to dignify it with a word is abominable. If I had taken the photo it would have been to show what creatures I came across the urban jungle on a given morning in – of all things – the supposed capital of fashion, Milano. Mamma mia. Time to send that so-called ‘look’ to Piazzale Loreto for historical archiving. Still, I must admire those willing to see beauty everywhere and who can remain composed and kind. they love the blazer at best or don’t feel it. But, they manage to refuse to call out the fact the emperor has no clothes.
Sometimes I think it’s more about not taking fashion too seriously, and rather having fun and doing what makes you feel good. I also love how Scott manages to capture the attitude of the model, at least for that moment in time. Often the model’s essence in the picture is more exciting and engaging than the fashion – just like people are more than what they wear.
Cute face, but I wouldn’t be caught dead in that outfit. Like the blazer, but not with the thing underneath it. Is that a belted shirt? I can’t stand the shoes. It reminds me of people who walk around with curlers in their hair in public. Those shoes might be expensive but money doesn’t buy class and I don’t see any class here.