I’ve been interested, lately, in the western spirit as an aesthetic. the romantic (or simply romanticized) relations between liberty, individualism, and lawlessness–wildness.
jeans cropped rather than tailored, with cheeky raw hems. a bandana rather than a necklace. caramel-colored booties and cream-colored silk and a mussed mane of hair. felt fedoras, lucky rabbit feet, denim on denim.
there are little stories told through a certain vibe, a cohesive style, a mood or color story. this one evokes the prairie sky: marbled, with high winds, riding toward that big, pink-crested horizon atop a horse or a hog.