There’s a lot going on in this outfit, but probably the most important part is the simple blue tank top underneath all of the crazy, because that simple blue tank top is James Perse. James Perse is like the genius wizard overlord of all basic garments. I tend to grab all of my James Perse tees secondhand at places like Wasteland and Crossroads (or Chictopia Rewards like the one I’m wearing here) because I don’t have a lot of extra cash to throw around, but back when I DID have a little extra cash to throw around, pre economy crash, I was buying a new James Perse tee every week from American Rag. I was like an addict. And I kept justifying it because I was like, “Well, I wear them every freakin’ day, they’re just tee shirts, who needs less tee shirts?” Like, we’re talking major first-world consumption cycles here. And it all boiled down to this: James Perse shirts are bizarrely, shockingly, incomparably comfortable. I’ve never worn an Ugg (no judgements passed if you have), but I imagine that wearing a James Perse shirt is akin to putting your whole torso in an Ugg. Or just wrapping yourself up in baby lambs and yogurt. I mean, DAY-UM.