|skirt - thrifted // shirt - Romwe // coat - vintage, thrifted // shoes - TopShop|
... gross right? It's hard not to reference the latest form of recherché sex sublimated for delicate suburban tastes when the sex shop right next door to your favorite bakery has dedicated an entire window display to it. Pffffffft. But I am also referencing the only piece of advice I ever took seriously from a mass-market fashion magazine (in between all those tips on How To Please Your Man and op eds about the cosmetic side affects of birth control, some of them do, in fact, talk about clothes—what? It's between them and Redbook while I wait in line at the grocery store). Something about how pairing different shades of white tends to look better than trying to pair different shades of black. So there you have it - an optic white shirt, a buttercream coat, and bone-colored heels. I'm also a sucker with a capital -ER for anything two-tone.
Moving on. I wore this to get drinks at the Tonga Room with the girls. I only ended up getting one drink, but it was the size, alcohol content, and price of about four. It took me all night to finish and I kept getting poked in the face by its array of tiny umbrellas and swords.
Now for homework, please tell me your thoughts on Ridley Scott's Prometheus.