Once, in a bygone age, I bought new jackets like they were no big deal. New jacket? Pshaw. Three jackets a year, at least, and time let me play and be golden in the mercy of his means. But a new jacket means more to me now, and I have to consider very carefully how it’s going to fit into my wardrobe, and what I’m going to wear it with, and so on.
So here is my new black jean jacket, three ways:
1. Personal everyday uniform of black jeans, white/grey/black men’s t-shirt, and sneakers. I like to think that this outfit is a blank canvas for the excellence of a jacket (and by “like to think”, I mean that I came up with it just right now).
2. All baggy everything. I’ve been trying really hard to master this style and discover just the right balance of proportions, but I suspect that the key to it looking really awesome is actually just not giving a shit.
3. Strange nerd-mage with embarrassing fantasy accoutrements? Truly, I wish that I owned this absurd full body hood-tunic. I like to think that a slightly braver Marian could dip her toes into the wide waters of androgynous skirts and dresses. Future hopes and dreams.