Which, I suppose, after seeing the damn thing seems like a drop of water in the pond of coolness because, hello, not only is it dreadfully no longer 1991, it’s also not still the era of Elvis and so that one garment can evince the spirit of both those things is remarkable, really. It’s just…why?
I am all about supporting designers and their creative endeavors. In fact, I am the asshole who spends upward of $200 on plain white tennis sneakers simply because the strategic lace placement, or hidden wedge, or quirky, oversized tongue sells me but in the case of this here denim playsuit which, don’t get me wrong, I REALLY REALLY WANT, I have to wonder whether buying a glue gun, some rhinestones and shredding up a pair of old overalls is not the best idea I have ever had.
I might report back, I might not. In the mean time — how lovely would it look with a white turtleneck beneath it, houndstooth blazer over it, and some tights and flat ankle boots? I love when the Internet pretends to be my closet.