Holy moly me oh my! I know, I know it’s Royal Wedding time, yadi yada yada but it is also my blog’s first birthday! This little nugget is but a year old! Let’s come together now shall we, and hand on over (pun) a round of applause (pun) for the hostess with the mostest, the website with the …bedsite…, the jester with the nester, this shit, a quick hit!
In light of the humbling and exposure that my little old blog has experience in the last 12 months, I thought it important to buy it a really rad first birthday gift.
And so a rad first birthday gift it did receive. I deemed a neon Proenza Schouler runway dress the perfect arm candy for my URL.
More important than the gift of Proenza–and blogging–to myself though is the gift I have slated for all one of you because we did this together. There are no stats, no Google Analytics without you crazy culottes and thus, we will celebrate The Man Repeller in unison. Unison I tell ya. So now I offer you the gift of perfectly constructed Blazer:
It’s pretty fly, no? Sweet shoulder pads keep our worsening scoliosis a secret and the little layers of silk add a much needed element of more is more is more is…more. And here’s the most important thing of it all: the collection from which the piece stems was inspired by a tornado. A tornado! This speaks volumes to our aesthetic as we are all sartorial tornadoes.
There are a multitude of ways to wear the blazer, you see…
As a Getter:
! bustier: Parker
, skirt: Charles Henry
, shoes: Brian Atwood
And obviously, as a world renowned Repeller:
You deserve to, like me, prance around town, cock blocking in all the fantastical ways your little heart desires. And while all of you can and should, nay, will, one of you will do so with the blazer.
Here’s what to do:
2. Leave a comment right here with your name and e-mail address
4. Do the Hokey Pokey and turn yourself around.
That’s what it’s all about.
CONTEST CLOSED, CONGRATULATIONS JULIA.
Thank you readers, really. I mean it. This is just as much yours as it is mine and I want to take you out for a nice seafood dinner to celebrate. Unfortunately, I’m kosher.