1. I hate leopard print.
If you got it going, possibly right now, I probably don't find it repellent. If it's in black and white I probably secretly wish I was wearing it. But almost always, and certainly always for myself, I hate leopard print. On the one occasion that I have worn it, I stepped out my apartment feeling like the queen of the jungle (obv) until I realized that there were five such queens walking along the main street.
One of them was a drag queen.
She wore it best.
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| This is how you look to me. |
2. Pop colors (mostly red) are sorely overdone. Sorely as in my eyes hurt. It was cool and edgy until everyone started doing it and then suddenly I realized that if someone were bleeding to death in front of me, I would never notice. And then I could never unleash my super CPR skills. (Which pretty much are me checking the pulse and then yelling and waving my arms. And definitely not stealing your wallet?) [This picture is (c) fashion filosofy, Dublin's first streetstyle page. It's super cool. Don't sue me.]
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| You have a lovely smile and you look like you've been wading in cranberry fields. |
There are, actually, ways in which this is done expertly - they involve maroon and burgundy and other red shades which don't make me wonder if you forgot to change after paintball.
3. Harem pants are fo' real, yo. But your best accessory is always a smile. I'll let you wallow in the cliche-ity of that for a couple of minutes and get all snarky right back at me before I spring this on you:
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| "Sartorialist? Famous photog? Whatever." |
Great hair, stellar texturing and nice little sneaky sleeve zips but what really got you snapped is that cheesy mug.
More for tomorrow and possibly outfit pics so that you give me some rebound smartass.
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