Vintage poncho and shorts. Giuseppe Zanotti wedges.
Wearing my new favorite blankety, almost-overly saccharine cape for a nippy San Francisco day. I normally don't buy anything especially cutesy, but the perfect arm-hole placement, intricately crocheted texture, and muddy colors convinced me otherwise. I’ve never understood the cape propaganda when they seemingly make your arms immobile, but I guess I haven’t found the most ideal way to wear it. Next time it goes unbuttoned.