Tibing Around Soho
As many of you mangos may have already seen, last week the fancy flamingos at Tibi, including Amy Smilovic herself who has quickly been promoted from amiable designer to favorite human specimen on planet earth, and myself creeped around Soho, namely Wooster street, just near the Tibi boutique, modeling some o’my favorite spring trends.
I was particularly keen on partnering with Tibi because three years ago when my last relationship ended, my rebound dress was Tibi. This speaks volumes to my aesthetic as the dress was teal in color, long sleeve in length, silk in fabric, and smock in silhouette. It had lace-print details around the bib collar and various trims. Needless to say male interaction did not ensue until 10 months later, when plagued with the curse of Bikini season.
Sob story aside, I could detail an entire narrative for you right here and now but ultimately, the moral of the story is: there are lots of dogs in Soho and if you want to show your face on Wooster and Prince, try your hardest not to stop oncoming traffic. Also, life sized diapers are so right now.
What followed included loads o’prints ready for some sartorial bartending, leather accents and perforated bits of the same sort. And would you look at those brogues to the left? Yellow snakeskin. Chew on that, Bronx Zoo Cobra.
Look #2 implemented an MR favorite: the detachable collar, paired with a fisherman’s coat and what is perhaps the most perfect white eyelet strapless dress on this side of the globe. It gets extra repeller points because from my profile, I resemble a really awesome pregnant woman, who is, as we know, the worst Man Repeller of all.
Well…I was fake hailing a fake cab in a direction real cars don’t hail from, for one thing.
As you can see, I am most certainly a real model…and will do anything to get the shot.
Is your heart melting?
I conclude saying this: fashion should always be fun, and if that means baring your ass and thighs, borrowing live animal stock from pedestrians and stopping oncoming traffic to the dismay of passengers, then so be it. At least I can fly, suckas!
Who Wore it Best?