lazy sunday

Absolutely nothing interesting is happening today, and that is 100% fine.
(Yoga, errands at Target, more scooting around to try to find the new issue of POP that my excellent friend Laia is featured in (!!!), laundry, applying for a super-cool job at the Oriental Institute, watching the 1939 version of The Women, and other truly banal pursuits.)

Drapey shirt, vintage (Zachary's Smile in NYC, I think); jeans, Uniqlo; heels, Urban Outfitters.

Jeans and a t-shirt would've been fine for this, of course, but according the natural laws of annoyance, the moment I step out in jeans and a ratty t-shirt to Target is the moment I run into every single person I know in Target.

This shirt isn't all that exceptional from the front, but once again: oooh, the back. I'm infatuated with the inverted pleat details.

Actually, those pleats might be on what is technically the front of the shirt, but I can't tell. It's just way easier to put on if the buttons are in the front, so that's what I do.