finally the heat has reached the city. i am not necessarily a worshipper of ra, but, boi, do i enjoy the warmth.
i moved my office outside to our balcony/terrace and have been squinting away at the screen. we have sun from early morning till early afternoon and i've been immersing the rays every morning. yeah, tanning is hugely detrimental to your health, but my oily skin loves some drying heat. i'm being safe, i assure you and my proneness to sun strokes adds the requirement of headgear.
since i don't frequent a regular office, my daily outfits are dictated by my whims. and whimsical i have been trying out old new things and feeling faint after just putting something on. yeah, i lurve me some heat.
the hot sun brings out the beach bum that out of necessity translates to an office bum with glasses and all. nevertheless, i find dressing in hot weather a nuisance because i feel uneasy with most summer looks: girly dresses easily appear drag-like on me, hippie chic is out of the question and denim is just too blah. i want combinations that spell out "holiday!" and are fit for city streets. again from my "archives" i found these ensembles: only the monki top and the camper sandals are new, everything else is several years old.
in my little world, it is officially summer when i begin wearing bikini tops as bras. although i don't usually wear anything sheer, the bald head feels like an allowance for transparency i'd otherwise consider too tarty; therefore the soft, sheer tee. the pale pink and soft pouchy bag feminize the ensemble that would require a constructed jacket or bottom to look appropriate for anything less leisurely. it's my softie look for a very laidback home office...
today i'm running errands in the city, but since it is my day off, i'm sticking to the beach bum softness. the monki top was a curiosity buy: i usually steer clear of loosely falling tops because they easily make me look top heavy and droopy chested. tying it to the side helps ever so slightly, but it is the neckline detailing that compels me to ignore the boob effect: i absolutely fell in love with the fabric rope. it could be my serious horatio caine face or something else, but i am battling with the little boy effect this urban sailor-stranded-on-a-beach look insinuates. see, the bald is still creating trouble...
how do you create your city suave unofficial looks?