"You look like you're into bondage or something," says a coworker as she walks by me. I am wearing a white T-shirt, shackled in a massive body chain, which splays out across my chest and is connected to a thick, metal choker. And I don't mind the off comment: The slightly outré metal harness on top of a white tee is my sad, vicarious version of the Coachella accessory du jour. In this frigid, fluorescent-lit office space, it's the next best thing to actually frolicking across the Indio festival...
"You look like you're into bondage or something," says a coworker as she walks by me. I am wearing a white T-shirt, shackled in a massive body chain, which splays out across my chest and is connected to a thick, metal choker. And I don't mind the off comment: The slightly outré metal harness on top of a white tee is my sad, vicarious version of the Coachella accessory du jour. In this frigid, fluorescent-lit office space, it's the next best thing to actually frolicking across the Indio festival...
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