Pulp Fiction is practically a rite of passage these days. I can't think of anyone under 35 who hasn't seen it. Well, the itty-bitties, of course, but we wait until 10 to show Tarantino-esque films in my family. (And most of us grew up normal. Kind of.) While visiting a friend, she gave me one of her son's old shirts with Jules and Vincent emblazoned on the front. Way better than a Royale with cheese.
So, Lee, here's to you!
Top: gifted
Jeans: 7 For All Mankind
Blazer: silence & noise
Shoes: Vintage Gucci
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