Your Legs, My Warmers
Getting the Prada look without actually getting Prada
I liked Prada’s spring 2014 collection just as much as the next fashion blogger did — the sequins! The coats! The crystals! The leg warmers! — they did all the same visceral things to me that make us want to exclamate, presumptively in spite of better judgement.
I am also, however, cognizant enough to understand that leg warmers are leg warmers — Prada or not. So even though I like to think I’ve been living by a self-inflicted decree that says: support a designer don’t knock one off, I’ll say something else one more time: leg warmers.
In trying to get the look without actually, you know, getting the look, I high tailed it over to my neighborhood American Apparel outlet store and found some striped camp socks. Then I came home and JTT’d — cut just the tips, which should not be confused with Jonathan Taylor Thomasing, a similar phenomenon in which you cut the teenage heartthrob’s head off his popular 90s posters and sleep next to it.
But I digress.
Once I put the now toe-less socks on, I realized that I didn’t think through my idea strategically enough — the sock heels remained on sock thus creating the illusion of curious, back ankle growths when worn.
This is a process of trial and error, though, so I continue on, errors and all, enter the sequined Theyskens Theory dress from a time when Theory still had the precursing Theyskens chained to it. The sandals are Jimmy Choo, will never let you down, and really bring out the red in my eyes, which is all I have to say about this except for: if you plan to give it a try, give it one with thigh highs, not knee highs, so you can be more liberal about your sock castrating.
Also, 28 degrees? Really? I don’t know about you, but I’m ready to re-open the shit weather lament deposit box.