Free People tank; Seven for All Mankind denim; Supergas; assorted terrace foliage
Now that the sun is happening full time in Mad City (nickname courtesy of my discovery of the fixie club in Malasaña called "Mad City Bikes," which they certainly must be screen printing on crewnecks somewhere amiright), I am in an exclusive relationship with my flatform Supergas. If I am not in first place in the cool sneaks game, I am at least placing very highly. Like two and a half inches higher than usual.
ps: Spring has totally sprung.