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Since the age of 4, when a slick pair of strirrup pants were handed down to me, I’ve had a love for leather (or leather like) garments. These particular pantaloons were definitely not leather, and more of a shiny raincoat material, but still I was infatuated. In fact, upon further reflection it is possible I dreamt these pants up, but I have a distinct recollection of shedding tears over a coordinated black outfit, with hot pink roses, and a shiny, unknown material. Clearly a child of high-brow taste was I. Continue reading
the rêve head 