I’m trying to channel my inner Rag & Bone here, which is hard to do when the homeless cart man is after you.
My shirt is a raggedy thing literally hanging on by a thread to the neck binding. It’s hopeless state makes me love it even more. My old boss gave it to me and I think she said it was old Ann Demeulemeester. But there’s no tag to prove it so I feel like an imposter.
innocent until proven guilty at extraskinny.