You’re likely used to watching me work my repeller magic on myself. Starting in skimpy outfits that practically beg for layers, I give the garments exactly what they want: shirts, sweaters, jackets, scarves, turbans, the sporadic feather if need be. A couple of weeks ago though, I kicked it back differently and turned one of the interns at StyleCaster into a certified Man Repeller at none other than the official MR crack den: Kirna Zabete.
Standing 85 feet tall, Sarah, the lanky blond intern, a babe of sorts, most certainly did not satisfy the intern stereotype.
I don’t want to squeeze all the juice out, so if you want to see the full feature, have a clickidy bipiddy here.
There you will find in the comments section a little sprinkle of snark. Evidently, one girl is afraid that I am a most horrible representation of the students that Parsons breed. I suppose in this case that it’s a damn good thing I don’t go to Parsons. I go to Lang. And study journalism. Fashion bares no importance in the scope of my education and those who judge it.
But for the record re: your closing comment, because a person works hard enough to afford nice clothing, most certainly does mean she deserves to wear them. You don’t have to like me. In fact, I don’t blame you for not liking me: I’m loud, recycle jokes and make far too many grammatical errors for anyone who wants to respectably call herself a writer. But if you’re going to slay me, you should at the very least do it factually.
Passive aggressiveness aside, people, please do enjoy Sarah’s journey from Man Getter to Man Repeller. There are sexual innuendos and leather harnesses included and let’s be honest, the way that Balmain jacket grazes against the orange Giambattista Valli dress suggests a bond of unity not even Proenza Schouler could disturb.
Also enjoy watching me drape myself in Rick Owens seaweed.