I Came To Stunt

I Came To Stunt
 

I will confess that dressing in Rome is a subtle art. This trip fashion wise was a moment to hashtag do the most. I mean c'mon - if I can't do it up in Italy, where can I really do it up? So I decided to take the pieces that I felt had that pizzazz, and asked prego! in an instant. I was traveling with a small carry on bag for the length of my trip so all my clothing had to be able to do the most, while letting me 'do the most' if you know what I mean.  That being said, the fact is that being one of the few black people in the city - more minorities reside in Milan and Naples - you're going to get stared at. When I say stare I don't mean that coy side glance, but a full frontal inspection. So what you need to remember when you pack, and get dressed is you came to stunt on everyone and their mothers. Capiche? Don't keep your head down, look people in the eye, wear lipstick, your big ass hat and sneakers with proper posture at the same damn time. Try something new, make the old new - mix and match what you wouldn't and pair things that have always worked separately at once. For me this was a moment to glow like the sun in head to toe yellows. It was also a chance to wear a top I'd had tailor made but hadn't worn outside my bathroom ever. I like to think that all my clothes deserve to be worn for a reason - special pieces for special places. Honestly just go to town with what you've packed. I was thinking about how to respond to stares, then I realized that my fit is too fresh so really there's nothing to lose. More than that ain't nobody got time for worrying about others when you have important tasks like scoping out gelato spots and trying to ask for directions in french.