I don’t know about you, but there are all kinds of things I would do to this breezily sophisticated outfit, that I’m a little reluctant to put into print, because I don’t want you guys to not look at me the same.
Ok. I confess. I would wear this outfit. Where it all day and all night. There. I said it. Judge away.
Ahhh, man. So crisp. So fresh. MY people would likely refer to it as a House Salad of a look. My people as in the other followers in my religion. Which just happens to be Eateverythingism. It’s a very…obscure sect, you wouldn’t know about it.
The finite details in this look I just sdhdufhdof and tuyogjpgfg while I sjdhsjdpsfdf shjdksd, sds.
Did you get all that? I warned you to take that class in Spazz two semesters ago.
Christine Centenera, your body looks 400% disproportionate as if your top half does not belong on your bottom half. But we will excuse because fabulousness.
And we are probably all going to evolve into stooped over beings with t rex arms to better accommodate our constant computer usage anyway.
I was gonna make a corny snake in my boot joke…since she has snake print boots and all. But it ssssssseemed too childish.
Do you me know who is utterly obssessed with this look beyond repair or human comprehension?
Read the third word of that sentence.
Rock Elizabethean-esque jewels so hard, conquistadors wanna resurrect just to fine me.
I think we can all agree this woman has taken risks few sane self respecters would dare take. And for that the Sartorial world is eternally grateful.
I’m seriously really loving this black and white thing. Sometimes all white can be so hard to pull off. Unless you’re Diddy. Or. A mental patient. Or both.
