Last night I dreamt about Elvis…
While that is a Gillian Welch song lyric it’s also the truth. Yesterday I finished reading Careless Love by Peter Guralnick. How depressing. Poor Elvis pilled himself to death surrounded by people yet lonely, in a state of depression and constipated. Apparently when you are famous doctors can’t say no to you. So just like Michael Jackson, Elvis had many willing suppliers of a range of uppers, downers, anti-depressants, laxatives and pain killers. And like Michael jackson Elvis semed very very sad. American Trilogy? More like American Tragedy.
Here’s Elvis in his last concert, six weeks before he died on the toilet, singing/ straining Unchained Melody…
Anyway. Moving right along to today’s stellar outfit…
Top: JeansWest ‘1970’s revival’ pale denim jacket, lightweight for the warm day ahead
Bottom: Denim Company ankle freezers, turned up to make that seem intentional
Accessory 1: Denim tie belt
Accessory 2: Denim shoulder bag
Accessory 3: Denim Birkenstocks