The first day of classes happened. Fashion week came and went. (I wasn't there...again.) I wrote an article about UA sororities still being segregated and got to be on CNN. And now you're caught up with my life.

This fall I predict my style habits won't change all too much. I'll stick with my love of leather and punchy lipsticks and continue to sport my collection of kitschy prints and collegiate collars. I did buy a pair of white Converse to reward myself for making national news. So that's a new thing. I just don't feel bad bragging because this is most likely a once in a lifetime deal.(I obviously felt a little bit bad hence me justifying the brag.)

I do admit, I'm one of those fall-obsessed-girls who can't wait to wrap herself in copious amounts of unnecessarily floppy, cowl-neck sweaters and sip hot overpriced drinks that smell like artificial spicy-pumpkin-ish while swaddled in a mustard colored throw. I'm that girl that brought pumpkin candy to the office on the first day of autumn. I am the glasses-wearing, fall frenzied, pumpkin fanatic that so annoyingly engulfs the Internet August to December. I'm sorry. This is me repaying you...a bookish look that doesn't reveal an inkling of the season. After this, I can't promise anything. Be prepared for ribbed knits and cords.

[sweatshirt-3.1 phillip lim for target, skirt-express, shoes-converse, rings-uo]
Thanks, Daniel for the photos.

red leather pants aren't for special occasions

I have truly embodied the fall leather trend this season. From delicate details to full on leather leggings, I seem to be drawn to all things animal-skinned.

After first spotting these burgundy beauts in the back of H&M, I just knew they were destined for  greatness, stealing the spotlight over the majority of my neutral closet.  I have been waiting to break these babies out for a couple of months now. I had to wait until the weather proved worthy of the unforgivingly hot material. I'd say I'm on the more daring side when it comes to fashion choices, so I just couldn't wait for a special occasion to adorn my wintry pale legs in the faux leather-ish burgandy skinnies. The time is now.

To relinquish the fabric from its proverbial state (usually associated with sweaty dominatrix or motorcycle-riding bandits), I paired said pleather treasure with my prudish cowl neck sweater. And thus, a paradoxical fashion couplet is born.

[sweater/pants-h&m, shoes-c/o Lily, peacoat-forever21]
Pictures: Sarah Thigpen