Aside: Behind me in this photo is a thicket of Prunus spinosa, commonly known as blackthorn. Indigenous to Europe and Asia, it was brought over by early North American settlers to be used for hedges to control livestock. However, many of blackthorn’s natural predators (mainly caterpillars of moths and butterflies) were not introduced along with the plant to the Americas and the plant has been growing unchecked for hundreds of years. Its leaves and thick, gnarly branches block the sun to the native species of prairie plantlife and is considered an invasive species in many parts of the U.S.
This is my first submission for Ernest’s November of Dressing Nicely here in Chicago this year. I know I look like an asshole but really, it was a laundry day and also a small miracle that I was able to scrap together this decent of an outfit this morning.
Some of my favorite items of clothing are from very unlikely sources. Take this vest I got last year for about $20 from Lucky Brand. Yeah, that Lucky Brand. I’ve never seen anything else like it and it’s really warm. Factor in the price and it’s a win-win-win.
Clearly, places like Lucky have a bunch of terrible graphic tees and distressed denim, but they also have some cool stuff sometimes. Like did you know that they did a few leather jackets with Schott? This one in particular looks pretty slick. Just your daily reminder to keep your eyes open and avoid being a label snob.
This is where I usually say something about today’s weather and how it relates to what type of clothing I’ve chosen to wear. Instead, I will implore you to suggest what I should go as for Halloween. Once again, I’ve left it til the last minute and have no real good option. While I’d prefer to utilize the mustache, I’m reluctantly willing to shave it for the costume (don’t worry, winter beard growing will commence immediately after this weekend).
So I thrifted this cool but kind of wonky (shoulders are kind of rippled, buttons stance is low and buttons are very close together) camel jacket the other day and while trying it on in the aisle, an old man gave me some unsolicited feedback. “Too…small,” he sputtered. It was obvious by his accent that English was not his first language. He placed his hand, fingers extended, on his opposite wrist, indicating to me that he thought the sleeves were too short. I was thinking the opposite. To each his own, I supposed. I nodded in thanks to the old man and went about my business.
I dunno, was pretty lazy this morning so nothing special/new/interesting. It is and will be beautiful in Chicago this week. Definitely Indian Summer territory.
Also, I hung out at my grandparents’ house yesterday and saw several extended family members I hadn’t seen in a while (since the post-mustache era). One of my aunts announced the warning, “Stranger Danger!” as I approached from the street and one of my uncles recommended that I look into a career in porn. My family is pretty great I think.