I found this shirt, which, beautiful a it is, wrinkles horribly, on my first thrifting trip of the year. I bought a playsuit, crop top and shirt from a label called "Harry Potter" for my shop. And this little thing for myself. And then, when I started thinking about wearing it and how I would "style" it, I also started thinking about the bbz aesthetic. How would a bbz dress? How would a bbz worthy of my time dress? Cool was the first word. Cool as in laid back but also playful. As often is the case when I channel cool, boyish, I think of my father and his brothers. And gold teeth. And shy smiles, always shy smiles.
Shirt &Trousers - thrifted, Shoes - Adidas
So here I am, channeling my inner bbz. Thinking of all the tender boys who have internalised all the fucky things, beautiful boys I cannot help love on sight. It's also worth noting that, while I was being in all these feels and pretty, I got my first period of the year. Funtimes. I'm mentioning this because I think I made the most ME instagram post on that day/off the downer of getting my period. Bbzes make things happen. Bbzes are beautiful. Bbzes are life. That's my bbz life mantra or whatever.
Sharrout to my co-worker who still agrees to take pictures of me even though I'm not the most pliable in front of the camera. Thanks, bbz.