Monday 20 April 2015

street fashion stares

People didn't stop staring as the odd friends walked on through the crowds, stuck in their own bubble of companionship. The Asian one, slightly tall, thin with slender muscled egs, wearing an outfit fit for a celebrity unlike the other. Her companion on the other hand, was completely different. Unlike her fashion following friend, the tanned half indian wore baggy long black jeans that seemed to hang off her large frame, and a over large hoodie with drooping cuff holes. Her hair was a wide array of mess being made into a birds nest by the wind whereas her friend had carefully brushed back hair with the right curled fringes. She looked like a homeless but she didn't act like an homeless. People did a double take when her adidas shoes peeked under her jeans and her expensive diamond studded pierre cardin watch flashed under the sun. No she was far from homeless.
Yet people were confused
They had no reason to be though
Because these two people were the oddest friends in history
And they didn't give a fuck
As they laughed about something and linked arms as they walked along the judgemental stares of shopkeepers and people, the tanned one turned around and flashed smiles at the people she caught staring.

Yeah they definitely didnt care
And it was amazing





-3A.M

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