Biker Jackets

I did a short stint at an all boy's high school where the resident rugrats would place a small mirror on the stairway hoping to catch a glimpse of a female teacher's underwear. Thanks to my darling brothers who were studying there at the time and were no better than their mischievous counterparts, I was clued in on all their tricks. If you showed one hint of vulnerability, these testosterone ridden apes otherwise disguised as boys would tear you down and fed you to the vultures.

One day, one of the new teachers ran crying back to the staff room, sobbing inconsolably after lasting barely 20 minutes in the classroom. It turned out that my dear brother (note the sarcasm) and his buddies were running a daily countdown to see how long it took to make her cry. Apparently, 20 minutes was the new record. "Why??!", I asked my brother seething and trying to restrain from strangling him. "Because she dresses weird".

Fast forward many years later. A number of my former students were shipped off to New Zealand where I had been living for a while to finish their tertiary education. Two inadvertently saw me at a mutual friend's house and ran screaming into the street. Another time, I happened to be seated next to the ringmaster of the troublemakers. He was busy picking up a girl and hadn't notice me. He turned around, eyes widened in horror and promptly toppled backwards. "Miss Marlene, what are you doing here?, " he stammered. "Watching you".  I adore biker jackets because they remind me that I can be a badass especially when I got them on.

Isabel Marant Fred Jacket, Zadig et Voltaire sweater, Uniqlo jeans, Hermes riding boots and Hermes Kelly 28cm

Ted Baker leather jacket, Zadig et Voltaire sweater dress, Hermes riding boots and Hermes Birkin 30cm