Slipping and squawking

Rick Owens Alice Strobe jacket

There really is no greater feeling than waking up and seeing my window and the building next door wet with rain. It appears my spell worked.

This jacket feels like a supple cardigan. I regret typing that but I’m too lazy to edit myself. Let’s just end it there.

Undercover X Nike waffle trainers

These are not the shoes to wear when the ground is wet. I kept slipping and squawking on the street. Who needs dignity on a Wednesday?

Chanel Portobello zip flap bag

Frontrunner to bring to London. I’m really paranoid that all this anticipation is going to jinx my birthday. Must find a protection spell.

JNBY graphic coat

Talk about silver linings. After spending a couple of rainy days in Seattle with Moat, we spent our last morning at Top Pot, enjoying donuts. I pulled out my phone to confirm my flight time for 7pm that evening, and was stunned—STUNNED—to see that my flight had been 7am, a few hours ago.

Many things went wrong during this trip. Wrong hotel (under construction with two very large groups and one operating elevator), no virgin pina coladas at the rooftop bar, and now this. But when God closes a door, he opens a window in the form of one last jaunt to JNBY, where I efficiently culled a dozen things to try. I decided on the most graphic and packable item, and headed to the airport, where my flight was delayed for three fucking hours. I was a shell of a man by the time I made it home.