First Dries, now this. Here’s to a different type of glam, less about shiny shit and crystals, more about embracing tribal trends. Perfectly uniform stacked in fours, prints contrasting against one another. I feel like I’m writing a really bad poem, awkward love letter, or expositional scene for a low budget porn flick. You can choose. My ultimate point is this: here’s a pretty sturdy try at perfecting the Fall-proof arm party. If not because the cuffs will work and fit over long sleeves, than most certainly because they won’t pull sweaters. Poor, poor threads.