This Armorlux shirt/tunic/popover/thing is pretty fucking insano. I love it. I would look like a tent, but that wouldn't matter at all because I would be radiating happiness from the inside. YOU GOTTA LOVE YOURSELF BEFORE STREET STYLE PHOTOGRAPHERS AND WOMEN WHOSE SELF-ASSUREDNESS AND PROFESSIONAL SUCCESS INTIMIDATES YOU WILL. Loving yourself means buying yourself stupid fucking French shirts and ponchos and shawls and Chelsea boots. Think about it, that girl who works in strategy and new media concepts wears gear straight outta The Fifth Element and you would stab your cubemate in the throat for a chance to—just once—take her out to eat macarons on a whimsical rooftop.
