This is, apparently, my "police" outfit. It was not intentional. Now I don't know about you, but I have lived my whole life anchored in the belief that I am a total rebelz, fuck da police, Jess is a muthafuckin' bad ass etc. I am like Ryan from the OC, but with less body hair, more sass, and a less hot girlfriend. I am a societal outcast, garbage tossed aside by the government. I don't need you and your laws. I don't need anybody.
But APPARENTLY I AM WALKING AROUND THE DAMN PLACED DRESSED AS A COP. Now I'm forced to question my entire identity. Who am I? Am I a BAD ASS, or am I a cop. Or a "striper policewoman" as my friends enjoyed telling me. Also, I'm seeing a pattern in being called a stripper. Guys, I think I have found my true calling in life. I'm going to join the police force and subdue criminals by stripping. BUT SERIOUSLY, THESE PANTS. AMAZING. SO TIGHT IT HURTS BUT STILL SO COMFORTABLE. How is this even possible.
Disco Pants: American Apparel via eBay.
Drawstring bucket bag: Thrifted.
Combat boots that are too big for me (STORY OF MY LIFE. I ONLY EVER BUY SHOES THAT DON'T FIT ME. LEARN YOUR DAMN LESSON, IDIOT.): Thrifted.
And I remember in the giveaway, a few of you wanted me to start posting outfits AND what I actually get up to in those outfits...let me know if you want this to keep happening. All photos taken by me:
P.S. GUYS I watched Inception yesterday...it was good but not HOLY SHIT MIND FUCKING good. Nevertheless, Christopher Nolan is a genius. And Marion Cotillard is one scary bitch but a fantastic actress, ugh I love her so much. And Joseph Gordon Levitt. This isn't stating anything new but HOLY SHIT IS THAT MAN HOT IN A SUIT.