Black hair, black dress, black leather pants - I'm clearly on a kick. Me, the same girl who thinks orange is the new neutral. And it all started with the pants.
I never set out looking for leather pants. Actually, for the most part I don't even wear leather. (Whaddup, Stella McCartney?) But these studded (faux!) babies screamed at me from a display at BCBG at Bloomingdales a few months ago, and I had to have them, at full retail, even. (Also not like me...)
Wearing them, I can't help but feel like a fiesty Pamela-Adlon-circa-Californication, and they are total proof that clothing can - and should - be transformative.
Faux Leather Leggings, BCBG
Sandals, Sam Edelman
Bag + Glasses, random shops in Paris <insert hair flip>
Hair by Gretta Cole Salon in Copley