every morning i would wake up and look for something to wear. it had to be something grubby enough to paint in, yet presentable enough to ride two buses and a train. for most this would mean an old t shirt and shorts. but i saw it as a challenge. i began contemplating ways i could fulfill both stipulations, meanwhile realizing slowly the potential of this untapped trend. painter chic i would call it. roll up the sleeves on old flannel and pair it with something high-waisted and voila! you have an ensemble.
the r(a)w artist.
the ripening... ever maturing (a)rtist .
prim (a)nd polished .
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