Boyfriend style: two ways

I've found myself running into a dramatic star-crossed lovers type embrace with every single piece of clothing  I found abhorrent two years ago. Boyfriend jeans? Check. Denim jackets? Wearing it over my pyjamas and feeling swish. Strappy heeled sandals? No longer confined to the musty depths of my the underside of my mother's bed. I've been particularly enjoying the freedom that boyfriend jeans grant - the freedom to eat as much as I want, to fall as hard as I want (pre-ripped denim means any newer rips can be passed off as fasionable accent), and to fart as loud as I want (I've found that the thick weight of these babies absorbs all the shock). Here's two ways I've styled them:

1. Denim on denim. I may look like a total dork riding the 90s revival trend for all that its musty grungy heart can offer, but holy hell am I enjoying it. I'm wearing a thrifted denim jacket, Marvin tee, Dallas and Carlos "5" necklace and Zara lucite heels. 

2. Marvin blazer, Marvin top, Senso Delilah boot,  Etsy handmade necklace. This crazy origami-like cross between a peak and notched lapel on this olive green number needs its own name. I'm going to call it the paper boat lapel. About five seconds away from folding tiny origami animals and re-enacting Noah's Ark in it. It's a bit too big for me but might as well wear things that don't fit now rather than waiting to do so when I'm 60, greying and more prone to looking like an elderly lady who's hobbies include eye twitching, aluminium can hoarding and defecating on the floor.

These Senso boots are so major they leave me sputtering and cowering in the gap between the platform and the heel. If someone blew this shoe up by about seven hundred times and furnished it with a nice bed I would straight up live in it and be the old lady living in the shoe with aluminium cans and poo-covered linoleum floors.