mom's shirt, weathervane shorts, levi's belt, mom's sneakers.
even though i'm two days late, happy belated birthday, Freddie.
since my wardrobe has a distinct lack of harlequin unitards, leather pants and police caps, i had to go with a more simple outfit...would've worn skinny jeans but it was really, REALLY humid outside on the 5th and i probably would've sweat to death. and the shirt was the wrong color so i thought i'd just throw accuracy out the window. didn't find a mustache in time, so a badly photoshopped 'tache will have to do. ("'tache" is how they say it over in britain, i guess? it sounds completely unnatural out loud.)