Fashion Week ended a couple of weeks ago, and it affected me deeply. During the highly exclusive four weeks of fashion, the world's most stylish flock to New York City, London, Florence, and Paris to make us non-fabulous people feel inferior. And while my self-esteem takes a hit, I cannot help but gawk at the street style snaps of models.
With perfectly twiggy limbs and hair straight out of the commercials, the models populate every avenue with designer wares worth a couple of month's rent. The shoes, the bags, the dresses - I die a little on the inside and remind myself that spending $40,000 per year to go to school is a better way to spend my money. But the real object of my desire? Those jackets.
How can something so practical also make you look like such a baller? I wish classes were held outside so that I could rock my new biker jacket 24/7 instead of pretending I'm cold in the lecture hall just so people know that I am stylish. There is something so inexplicably chic about a well-cut and well-fitted jacket, and, from the streets of fashion, I bring to you my favorite looks.
|forever 21, $39.80|
|please ignore the hair|
|urban outfitters, $59|
|her kitty is showing|