Who's Bad I'm Bad

Let's forget about my wobbly knees and my dry elbow
for a second and talk about this amazing jacket, shall we?



OR SHOULD I LET THE PHOTOS DO THE TALKING...

Now this little number right here I found at the very back of my Mother's closet tucked away behind who knows what and to be perfectly honest I pulled it out and gave it a slight "Holy shit" out loud. Well it deserved one, plus I was home alone. The one-of-a-kind jacket, complete with sequins and shoulder pads and more sequins came into my life at the perfect yet undeniably ironic time, considering the recent death of the only man I know that could probably pull something off like this. Consider this my (belated) tribute, sans the crotch grab.

PS. Unintentionally, most people remember exactly WHERE they were, WHAT they were doing, WHO they were with and HOW they found out the moment they first heard the news of MJ's death



ME? Getting out of my car at the Sunridge Mall parking lot, about to visit Jer at work, with AK, via a text message from Mano.
AND YOU?______________________, _________________, _______, ________________.



Sequined jacket // VINTAGE, Bralette and high-waisted skirt // WILFRED, Accessories // UNEARTHEN CHARM & FXXI KNUCKLE RING.