







Its about that time for a post where I wish to be a male so I could wear the above.
So I could wake up in the morning and look down at my Tag Heur to check the time, before I jump out of bed and throw on that tshirt and those boots, before I head out onto the streets of New York in those shorts and vintage racer back top, before I meet friends and lay in the sun sporting those cool shades where we compare my black canvas carry bag with the tweed bag with the faux rope looking leather handles I bought a week earlier, before I casually reach down to pick up my denim blazer and head to hail a New York City cab to take me to the meat packing district to search for Tallulah Morton..whom I hope I will take home tonight.
See now, if I were a mere male I would have it all but figured out.