Look numero uno: with palazzo pants and a plain white tank, the over-sized leg holes and my perennial effort to stand on one leg subtract some decent attention from the over-sized nature of a vest like this one. To me, that works fantastically for two reasons: 1. balancing exercise, 2. creative use of hidden body parts.
Look two looks to the maxi dress. See what I did just there. L-o-fucking-L! This particular maxi dress is special in that it’s more ankle length than maxi from front angle. Figure it a subtle mullet or something like that. In this exercise I used the vest to rid myself the peril of a wearing a bra because bras are the female enemy but exposed nipples aren’t all that SFW. Solution: oversized denim, eureka!
And finally, the festive shorts. Pairing the vest (I should have imposed an Andy Cohen inspired rule at the beginning of this post and silently mandated that you collectively take a shot of an alcoholic substance of your choice every time the words denim or vest are written,) with anything too short deemed slightly difficult. With a popped leg, however, difficulty vanishes and only happy remains. That said, fuck da rules. Stripes and ambiguous paisley shouldn’t exist without a blanket of acid-wash to throw over them.
I think so. And here’s the detail shot. Zara blouse, Thakoon shorts, Chanel shoes, Samudra beach pouch, MR. Dannijo necklace, Aurelie Bidermann bracelet, Mark Henry, Catbird, Aurelie Bidermann rings. So tell me, clowns, what do you think? All photos by superstar photo freak, Naomi Shon.