In my last outfit post, I introduced you to the Maréchaux*, my lovely parents, and their least favourite piece of clothing, the denim jumpsuit. I never experienced the infamous teenage crisis but putting this outfit together was a lot of fun. It reminded me of the time I used our family basement to hide the clothes I actually wanted to wear.
This outfit unlike the other one is not a parents pleaser because I am wearing everything they hate. From the bomber jacket to my hybrids of sandals and loafers, there is not a single item in this outfit they would love. This is parents repelling at its peak. And you know what? I love it! I don’t particularly find the combination harmonious but that’s how I am. I don’t like a perfect outfit.
Messy and boyish, that’s how I’d define this look and my style. I like feeling comfortable and the jumpsuit applies to the category of comfy clothes. Same goes for the shoes. Speaking about those, it’s probably not the right season for a backless shoe, but really the weather was fine…until the morning I shot these pictures. I initially planned to wear a tailored coat to match with the shoes and have a kind of polished look but changed my mind. If you remember that Air Force pilot reference, that’s my take on it!
The bomber jacket I carefully avoided before is now there. I borrowed it from the men’s because I prefer the cut. And let’s face it, it is the perfect piece to complete a pilot look. The biker jacket and vest are my way to play with layering. I used to wear them separately but decided to pair them to refresh the biker jacket. I see this staple used in magazine always to add a rock’n’roll touch to any outfit but really, that’s not my thing. This vest was the perfect way to tone down the rock vibe of the biker jacket while constrasting the bomber jacket. It’s the classier element matching with the shoes.
I know there is a lot going on that look so let me ask you, which version do you prefer? The parents pleaser or the parents repelling style?
Maréchaux*: My last name happens to be a military grade in France and my parents are on the strict side, so their nickname is just the plural form of that grade. To pronounce ‘Mareshow’.