I love a good poncho. Somehow it feels kind of fresh and modern to wear one in a world that has kicked it to the curb (along with bellbottoms and polyester which, unlike the poncho, should not make a comeback). It’s just such an easy piece to throw on when the plane gets a little chilly but you don’t want to broil in a jacket or when you want some exotic flair for a rather mundane outfit. I mean, I’m really just wearing jeans, a t-shirt and some Chelsea boots in these pics… so the poncho is the headliner. Did I just step off fight from Mallorca? A train from Barcelona? Am I just shaking off the last dregs of a hangover that lasted from Ibiza to Paris? None of the above, but wearing a poncho can make you look that way and add a little mystery to your life and how people see you. And I do enjoy confusing people in a way that makes them notice my clothes and wonder who I am because, honestly, blending in is highly overrated.
Photography credit :: Kenneth Koo
Location :: Palais de Tokyo, Paris