I don’t have a style. I wear what I like. Unapologetically. I read what I want. I listen to the music I love, and I share the pictures I am comfortable with. Yesterday, I posted a picture of me with a bit of a rant text. I am sorry about that. I meant the words… I don’t understand why people look at me and see someone sensual or mysterious. I don’t see myself that way. I don’t see that person in the mirror. I see my flaws and the things inside no one sees.
I took yesterday’s post down again, but here is the picture… And another to go along.
So, there you go. Yesterday I wore fake leather pants, my boots, a silver very special ring and my watch. I hadn’t worn that ring in a long time, but I owned it for 22 years now. And well… That yellow watch… I love it. Since I mostly wear black, it always stands out.
Pearl Jam – alive. From their debut album “ten”. An absolute classic.