Sweatervest cardigan -- kimchi & blue; Pants -- Ben Sherman; Belt -- Betsey Johnson (but, judging from my ridiculous obsession with it, you already probably know that); Man hands -- I swear that's the camera angle...
Are you still reading? Maybe half of you? Hmmm...
OK, so you may have noticed The Anti DC has been a touch fashion-heavy this past couple of weeks. I suspect this is either totally awesome to you or utterly annoying depending on where your interests lie. I personally find it rather interesting, as I tend to enjoy personal style blogs (And talking about myself? Guilty.). I've contemplated about branching out and setting up a second blog, but in all fairness to myself and anyone who happens to read this, I don't think it'd end up a worthwhile venture. Put simply -- I just don't have the time to make it a proper project on my own.
On the same token, however, I don't want to veer too far from what this blog's original mission was -- to bitch, moan and joke about life in DC. I dunno...call it a mid-blog crisis, call it existential megalomania, or even call it caring about what this blog's astute group of readers thinks. I've heard from a few people via comments, E-mail or voicebox that they actually enjoy my amateurish, MySpace-esque, photography skills. And since I like talking about clothes, I've very much enjoyed this addition. However, would it be better elsewhere? Mayhaps...it's not always easy to connect a belt to a story about why DC blows. (Unless there's a BlackBerry on that belt, of course. In that case, this blog writes itself.) So, what's a blogger to do?
I guess until I either get the motivation, time and/or partners to get a real fashion blog online, which would hopefully include pictures not only of its contributors and their personal tastes, but also of well-dressed people on the street (there are a few, so rumor says...), my little haphazard forays into bathroom photography will have to suffice. (Hmm...was there a collaboration proposal stuffed in that complex sentence?) Ugh, I dunno. I guess, bloggin' ain't easy. And you know what? It's hard out here for a blogger. Also, Big bloggin', writin' words, big bloggin', on H.T.M.L.'s...*sigh* And lest I forget, they only want me for my Blogger Juice. Dammit, I'm a motherf*cking B.L.O.G.G.E.R.!
See? E-life is tough.
So, now that I've made all my black readers cringe and made
In closing, zoinks.
Thank you for your attention.