Rick Owens scarab jacket; Gareth Pugh coat; Black Milk galaxy leggings; Balenciaga boots
So back to the gentleman on the bus. He spoke of his relatives scattered all over the world, recalled fondly of his 45 years of adventures onboard a Swedish ship as the only Chinese among the Scandinavians, and how he had had two lenses sewn onto his eyeballs. He was so fluent in Swedish, Danish and English that his Chinese is probably almost forgotten, along with it the typical attitude of his less well-travelled Chinese counterparts. With every word he bellowed (he’s 80 so perhaps a wee bit deaf), I could sense the bewildered stares of other commuters burning on my neck. A girl my age and a rather ancient character exchanging life’s anecdotes, it was indeed an unusual sight.
While most kids are finding satisfaction in being the first few people through the crap that is H&M tonight, I much prefer the experience of a warm, earnest conversation with a stranger.