can't move past some piece stealing my denim shirt in the lower east side. it was my mothers from the 90's, most likely from mervyn's or robinson's may. probably of the prestigious label "high sierra" or "liz claiborne". and i can't even go through the grieving process because everyone is shoving my loss back in my face.images via lookbook, yvan rodic, the sartorialist, what is reality anyway, le blog de betty, and because i'm addicted
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