At the Hop

So, that pompadour I mentioned a few posts back? This was the extent of it. Please note how it is not actually a pompadour. Please note how it just looks like a bird began its spring nest building on my head. All part of the charm. I've been listening to a lot of 50s music lately (Music to Roll Your Top Down To, anyone? How 'bout American Diner Classics?) which explains the slight greaser influence seen here. And I'm wearing pink leather. That bitch Sandy can go suck it. I always hated that movie. Leather jacket: Zara Shirt: UO Jeans: Abercrombie (STFU) Shoes: Frye Sunnies: Karen Walker