What are you looking
at: Basically, I was very
tired and in a rush. I had to face Portobello road on a Saturday. I was very
tired and the idea of fighting off idiot-tourists didn't seem very appealing.
But I had to do it. Did I mentioned I was very tired? Yeah... So, I guess,
subconsciously, I decided that if I wear what I like and if it happens to be
sufficiently bright and puzzling, the above-mentioned tourists will jump off
automatically (or maybe they just wouldn't even dare coming close) and I would
manage to keep my cool. It kind of worked. Or maybe I was just too busy trying
to be cool.
What I was inspired
by: Annie Hall, obviously.
1970s. Old eccentric gentleman in yellow corduroy trousers and green bow ties.
Decent English weather, hence the cut-offs. Notting Hill inhabiting blonde
girls. I guess they still like this type of shorts. Think Sienna Miller.
