Currently in My Taxi Driver Era (But Make It Fashion)

living my taxi driver era minus the violence, plus excessive journaling and caffeine dependency

Like Travis Bickle, but instead of plotting chaos, I’m just aggressively writing “dear diary, wtf” at 3 a.m., surviving solely on caffeine… plus — let’s be real — way better taste in jackets.

Because if I’m gonna lose my mind at ungodly hours, at least I’m doing it looking like a mix between an indie movie character and someone who just “accidentally” won best dressed at coffee shop therapy.

1. The “Running Errands, But Existential” Jacket

A sporty, color-block jacket like this one is perfect for when you have deep thoughts but still need to pick up oat milk and your dignity from the store.

Pair it with:

a mini skirt (the shorter the skirt, the longer the existential spiral) chunky sneakers black sunglasses to hide the “haven’t slept since Thursday” eyes

Bonus points if you mutter “you talkin’ to me?” at your reflection in shop windows.

2. The “Main Character Breakdown in Aspen” Jacket

Faux fur drama — because if you’re gonna question your life choices at 3 p.m. over a sad cappuccino, you might as well do it in full luxury breakdown mode.

Pair it with:

micro mini skirt sheer tights (because mental stability is optional but aesthetic isn’t) loafers that scream “trust fund baby who ran away”

Perfect for walking through freezing streets pretending you’re in a Lana Del Rey song.

3. The “I May Be Spiraling But I’m Still Cool” Jacket

An oversized leather jacket that says “I’m tough” but the coffee cup clutched in your hand says “please validate me.”

This is the jacket you throw on when you have no idea what you’re doing, but at least your outfit is doing something right.

Pair it with:

messy hair (extra points if it’s unbrushed but chic) white socks + clunky black shoes sunglasses indoors — because, obviously, your future is too bright (or because the lights are too much after your fifth coffee).

Conclusion:

You may not know where you’re going, but at least you’ll look cinematically confused getting there.

And if Travis Bickle had a better jacket, maybe things would’ve worked out better for him too.

Now if you’ll excuse me, my diary just texted me “wtf?” back.