So I post sporadically. This is not good. That is lazy and bad and outrageous and shameful. Too far? Sorry I take my typed self-deprecation very seriously.
Well in the past four months that I have gone without posting, you have continued to check the site. For that I am grateful. But also pissed. You’ve caused my ever expanding ego to grow. Before you know it I’m going to be really top-heavy with big headedness and I won’t fit into my hats.
Enough rambling. So lets get back to it. I just want to make you proud, Pop.
I love black leather. Not in a weird S&M way, but in a I-wish-I-am-Kate-Moss kind of way. A black leather jacket conveys a sense of confidence and sex appeal. It’s borrowed from the boys and badass. A black leather jacket evokes the feeling of rock and roll and passion and rebellion. Who would Sid Vicious or Kim Gordon be without there tried and true jacket? *Ed. Note: they’d probably be equally as awesome, though not as tough looking. Still internally tough though.
I own a Muubaa Cion Leather Jacket. I love the exaggerated shoulder pads and fitted waist. It adds a distinctly feminine appeal to a very tough design.
P.S. Follow me on Instagram (@beckcohen) or Twitter (@messwhocandress). If you want. Which you do, undoubtedly.