Wednesday, 22 February 2012
Isn't it funny how casual outfits sometimes don't take any less time or effort than "fancier" ensembles? What exactly makes this look casual anyhow? I'm inclined to think it's the racerback and the plaid, giving this dress a touch of grunge appeal. Nonetheless, this past Sunday morning was the first time in a long time that I actually found myself ironing, after this little boys shirt materialized from a suitcase looking pretty crushed. Maybe it's the unapologetic topknot that designates this as casual.
I wore this for breakfast at the newly-revamped Moritz Factory. I flew into a bit of a rage over breakfast when the waiter, happy enough to speak Catalan to my boyfriend, insisted on speaking Spanish to me, despite my never uttering a word of it to him. Albert admitted he was stupid but justified "he probably thinks he's being polite by speaking Spanish to you." For the record, if somebody goes to the trouble of addressing you in a particular language, it is the f#($ing opposite of polite to reply in another one... while I accept that wasn't his intention, the implication is pretty clearly "your Catalan sucks." Anyway, language issues are pretty complicated here, between history, migration, people who can and can't speak one or the other... so maybe I'll treat you all to my rant on the subject another day. : D Hopefully soon, since I have internet at home again!
Photos by Albert
dress: Ralph Lauren (gift), shirt: thrifted last year, shoes: Camper