men.

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men.

love them.

and their clothes.

I almost always hit the men's side before I meander over to the women's department.

It simply pulls me in.

The comfy cardigans, crisp collared shirts, plethora of black goodies and the oh so lovely leather accessories and belts. Its more edgy and broken in, which = pure bliss to me.

I am also terribly obsessed with carrying a clutch everywhere. I love this one, but I am on a mission to find an even bigger one. Jumbo clutch alert.

We were just off to meet four other German doctors last night for a sushi date, before we called it a night.

AND get this.

Somehow I got wangled into being the 3rd leg in a triathlon!

I'm scared.

The BF put the pressure on. So I better get crackin...

we wear the pants.

shirt + jeans. jay jays. shoes. nine west.

we wear the pants.

Us ladies joyfully get away with wearing our BF's clothing or shopping in the greatness that is the men's department. While our male counterparts rarely possess the same liberty.

Is it because it possesses the perfect amount of "hang" ? the luscious extra length ? the comfort factor ? its more neutral palette? that when paired with something body con it makes you feel sexier then ever?

to me: all of the above.

Everything I wore today (minus shoes. belt) is from the men's department. I paired it with heels and was raring to go... is it weird that I actually felt more feminine than ever (???) or that sometimes I head straight for their department (???)