worth a thousand words?

a more pictorial than lately, Field Note In/On Transition follows:

Scary, right? yeah, no makeup to be found. I love this shirt/dress abstract thingy, have a feeling it can be worn with many other things.

This is kind of my ideal fashion wise.

Needs Doc Martens

Will be wearing similar to work tomorrow. Hard to see but the jeans have gold sparkles!

speaks for itself this look. Thank you Wonderbra.

Trying out the abstractions

Good houseparty wear.

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