Leslie Kinsman is my sartorial soulmate. Big boots, both mod and hippie dresses from the 60′s and 70′s and the coolest ombre hair I’ve seen this side of the Mississippi. [Editor's Note: Guys, it's natural. Shet.] Seriously, everything this girl owns, touches, or looks at instantly becomes that much cooler. And that’s why I’m falling in love with her. Seriously.
Not to mention the fact (but I’m going to) that when I arrived at her Westside home one chilly mid-morning, she greeted me with a warm cup of coffee and a welcoming embrace. Not a bad first impression at all. The next thing I know, an hour has passed, and we’re still sitting on her front porch philosophizing love, careers, and the difficulty of being 24 and still having no idea what you’re doing with your life.
But that’s not technically here nor there. After discussing the trivial matter of our lives’ directions, we started talking about the real shet. And by real shet, I mean fashion shet. In addition to having a keen eye regarding how to perfectly curate her slightly rock’n'roll x fairy dust (think Florence Welch not on steroids) fashion sense, all of her friends apparently have the same discriminating eye when it comes to Leslie’s wardrobe.
It seemed as though half of everything I poked and prodded (pink wigs, 70′s paintings, colorful shoes), Leslie quickly chimed in with a friend or family member who had so graciously gifted her the respective items. And if one single lesson was learned this day, it’s that I have to start making new friends who are going to give me things without any real rhyme or reason. Leslie, you’ve got to hold onto those friends. It’s a real rarity for a pink wig to be shipped from Utah. Believe me.
But all this pomp and circumstance aside, Leslie Kinsman is just plain ol’ cool. She’s effortlessly cool, which damnit, most of us don’t posses that quality. That quality that enables you to nonchalantly be playing Joni Mitchell in the background as you explain what a finger harp is whilst stacking on one of the best turquoise collections ever. That’s. Just. Cool.
So, without further delay, the coolest girl I know.