On this particular afternoon where I wore this out to brunch, mother had asked why I was wearing my jacket this way. I understood her concern: We were en route to grab casual eggs on toast, and my coat was not exactly behaving like, well, a coat.
But I'd like to think my commitment to slouch is real. Here, my coat was to purposefully fall off my shoulders, and while it seemed to everyone like I struggled to find my hands underneath all that glorious denim-like fabric, I was really quite comfortable with how the entire outfit played together. That, and a healthy dose of double denim is always appropriate.
