Over the last few months, it seems that I've entered this, uh—relationship—with lucite (or, you know, PLASTIC. What the hell, let's call it like it is. Calling it lucite makes me feel only marginally better.), and I'm disturbingly committed. It was one of those things— it started out casually, I blinked, I opened my eyes, and suddenly I'm married to a lucite dude, living in a plastic palace and lounging in lucite pj's. And I'm still in the honeymoon phase. Not only can I not stop wearing the stuff, but I can't stop fantasizing about all of the tactile experiences I can possibly have with my beloved lucite: lucite and leather, lucite and lace... Dear lord, it even SOUNDS good.
Sooo, when I got my hands on this delicious, thick pebbled chap leather, I KNEW where it was going. Have I mentioned how much I adore shopping for leather? I was particularly excited for this hide. In fact, if I could, I'd wrap myself in a nice, thick layer of it and forgo fabric altogether, believe me. But that's a story for another day.
Styling, photography and harness by (IN)DECOROUS TASTE.