Sweet Jesus, what the hell is that?

If you are not sure whether this is a man or a woman, you aren't alone. Believe me, I love androgyny as much as the next person but only when done right. What still astonishes me about this picture is that I took it in a normal place, on an ordinary day last week, despite popular opinion that she was photographed during Lesbian Bike Week 1992. I know this is a whole lot of look so lets break it down: black pleather baseball cap, drab turtleneck, fluorescent multicolored windbreaker, double-breasted olive trench (hey, she's into the layered look), pleated high-waisted houndstooth trousers, and what could only be described as standard-issue bus driver footwear. She was also wearing hot pink tube socks and a dirty black cotton scrunchie which I was unable to capture but did cause me to throw up in my mouth a little bit. Everybody has a mirror in their home right? How can you look in, see this, and say to yourself, "yup, ready to go outside"? Trying to wear as many different synthetic fabrics as you can, all at once, should never be a goal when conceptualizing an outfit. It begs the question: Why dress like a homeless person when you actually have a home?