I spend an ungodly amount of time popping into random little vintage boutiques around the city—if there's a baby cactus in the window and a stack of mom jeans within view, I'm game. One particularly fortuitous recent pit stop was Williamsburg's Antoinette, where I came across this insanely gorgeous Hawaiian shirt and was all about that life. Originally large enough for two of me, I had my tailor take it from blimpy to skimpy—well, from blimpy to perfectly oversized—et voilà! An urban beach bunny is born.
I paired it with black skinnies, because sometimes there's nothing wrong with the easy way out, and a straw boater-cum-fedora from Nishiyama's stall at the Brooklyn Flea. The Converse are also vintage, from Guvnor's here in Park Slope. Oh, and if you want a closer look at the pinky ring I'm wearing in that first shot (also vintage, #theme), click here. Photos McArthur Joseph.
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