I had some running mishaps recently and have since been walking around like 90 year-old. Oh, my joints are aching! Until I straighten things out, I'm supposed to rock some seriously offensive tennis shoes. Oh and that half-marathon? Not so much.
I was bumming for a bit, but I've decided it's time to show some solidarity with my creaky-kneed brothers and sistas. So, today I offer you an homage to the olds, courtesy of my favorite senior style blog.
Louis-V and a pillbox hat.
More badass eyewear.
Does it get more fly on the Upper East Side?