A few days ago I found my favorite jacket from my years of puberty. I remember when I made my parents buy me the whole set (yes, a terrible pair of ombre pants also exist) I begged for two weeks to obtain this set, and when I finally had it in my hands, I didn’t take long to find an excuse to wear it.
I know its not normal for a man to go through these things, but for me it was pretty normal; I liked it so much to the point where my mom had to hide the jacket and the pants to protect me from looking so ridiculous by trying to wear it everyday. I never thought that it would still be in any corner of my house, to use it again, and not to mention; that it would still fit me.
I don’t think it looks so bad after 11 years, what do you guys think?
Photos by: Margoth Viggers