There is a maybe too comfortable warmth to the wind that is lingering around my neck. This February wind that almost can resemble the wind of change, as the old song says. Why would anyone think of it that far, I do not really know, but, hey! There have been so many deep thoughts shared on this blog over the past years, that nothing should surprise you anymore.
When I ran out the door this afternoon, my grandpa had to express his wonder at the very mere sight of my outfit: “If you’re wearing beige now, during winter, what’s even left for the summer months?”, at which I retorted: “A simple naked body”, just for his dismay at my youngish and over-the-top attitude.
Reader, I am sure you know by now that I am anything but conventional with regards to my outfits and I am wondering who was the hectic one stating that bold, bright colours should be worn only during the warmer months. I called a pal, David Banica, who’s really into photography and wanted to help me immortalise today’s `fit and, as the classic saying says, off I was!
What I wore:
Cap: vintage, gotten in Brussels
Last modified: March 10, 2020