I mentioned in my last post that the weather here in LA can't seem to make up it's mind and that hasn't changed in a week. One day it's cloudy and muggy. The next the sky is clear and the heat is blistering. Walking outside feels like walking into a sauna. I don't know how my friends in the Southern states survive humidity, but I'm now imbibed with a newfound respect. I like my heat dry, but as El Nino begins to roll in with full force, it'll be a rainy and sweltering Winter before I get to enjoy any. This weather has definitely given me the opportunity to utilize more creative licenses when I get dressed in the morning. I spent the summer overseas in much more temperate climate, so I didn't spend the past months in the California staples of crop tops, rompers, and shorts. I'm finding myself without very many outfits that are practical for days when the thermometer reads 100 with 12% humidity. I need breathable fabrics! Preferably, black breathable fabrics because I'm slipping back into my tired and true monochromatic comfort zone. I found this wrestler's suit at the Urban Outfitter's surplus store which I live very near to and which has become the source for my babe-on-a-budget finds as of late. I bought it impulsively despite the fact that I 1) am not a wrestler nor have I ever been or 2) never work out or do any sort of exercise that will actually cause me to break even a droplet a sweat (because I'm probably the reigning queen of laziness). But, it was on sale--an additional markdown, at that--so I HAD to have it. In high school, my wrestling team was dismal. I know this because everyone used to talk a tremendous amount of crap about them and not because I ever went to any matches--I had more important things to do like Drama and Orchestra rehearsals (this is the part where you laugh at how much of a nerd I am and while I begin to sing La Vie Boheme). I also know that the best player (wrestler? fighter?) on the team was the lone girl, who was about 5 ft. tall and would also become my class Valedictorian. I always thought how damn cool that was of her, being on a team where they didn't even want to let her try-out and that she was pretty much a beast in her weight-class. I actually would skim through our school's news site just to read about the sorry sap whose ass she kicked after he'd made up his mind to not go easy on her because he didn't want to lose to a girl. I was secretly awestruck by this tremendously courageous thing. This powerful display of GIRL POWER that she utilized every time she stepped on the mat. So, maybe it was those feelings that subconsciously influenced my impulse. Like, Clark Kent turning into Superman, I did feel a bit stronger, a bit more powerful to be wearing the wrestler's suit. It also didn't hurt that I didn't faint in the heat.
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Top: Fendi; VNTGPOP, Bodysuit: Urban Outfitters; Without Walls, Jacket: Chanel; VNTGPOP Shoes: H&M, Bag: Vintage, VNTGPOP, Sunnies: Buffalo Exchange, Motorcycle: Borrowed from Ebbe & Flow Jewelry