These Outfits

White pants, confident face, fistful of cash. I want this entire life. The outfit, the attitude, the casual way she’s holding money like it’s nothing—that’s a whole vibe. Pure confidence.

All white everything gets exhausting. You can only be an Apple-computer-colored person for so long before you need to break out, get Adidas to sponsor you, make some actual cash. Mix it up a little.

The camouflage outfit just works. Dress, sneakers, legs, hair—none of it’s wrong. It even matches the wall she’s standing in front of. There’s nothing left to criticize.

I always crack up watching people try to be hard in their small towns. You’re literally hiding behind the Aldi because someone breathed weed on you, and you’re out here posturing like you’re something. The cacti in this picture have more going on than you do.

I’d play basketball shirtless if I was any good at it. I’m not. Shit at basketball.

A guy makes that face at me from a couch and I’d burn the building down. But I keep staring at him anyway—his face, the angle he’s sitting, that smug confidence. Into it. Completely into it.