And keeps on kicking throughout it is a look that you might file into your memory and bring to light (and life) whenever you wake up and feel like nothing could change your moody mood wannabe day. When, in fact, there is something. The look.
Action, magic. Or is it the other way around?
First, send the moody mood away, hello (you’re not Hank Moody, hello), second, see if you feel like dancing in the look and, third, if you really, really look into the look, you’ll see that the look might just be it when trying to figure out your s*it. Style. The look that makes you want to dance, hm, isn’t this what style is all about?
The title showed up – piece by piece, literally – the second I put the red jeans on. The right pair of red jeans can do miracles sometimes! You feel like Action!. The disco sandals were next; needless to say what disco anything does to anyone. The dots printed shirt is here for the party and when you, basically, have a party going on all over your skin, is there any other thing to do than party all day long? On the inside, of course. I don’t own a club or anything, although, at some point, I fancied having one, that’s how much I liked one in particular.
Anyway, The New Yorker bag is either the safety net in disguise, as in sure, sure, I’m a grown up and stuff in a world of grown ups or yet another neutral of mine. Alongside blue jeans, bathing suits, black, leopard print or pink.
All of the words constructing everything from above seem to go hand in hand with the other meaning of the word look.
The look of love. Not kidding, hello.
Metronomy’s The Look is not about the look-look, but it’s so good to dance and fool around to.