Quoting Vogue‘s Sally Singer: “the look that has been doing the rounds for what feels like, oh, forever is suddenly tired, tired, tired. The biker jacket with one too many zippers. The slouchy distressed tees that now only cause frayed nerves. The heavy buckled platform ankle boots that are dead weight. And the leggings! The leggings, in leather or nylon or gleaming PVC; time for them to walk to the back of the closet.”
Thank you God (and Anna Wintour) for the article: When did chic get so cool? (Answer:”When a generation turned away from slouchy tees and leather leggings. Girls, looking polished and grown up is back”).
Have you ever felt like clapping your hands or laughing out loud after reading something? I actually did. I sat up in bed (it’s 2.30 AM in Michigan) and clapped my hands hard while laughing out loud. At last, I can be optimistic about the future of human race.
Now, you, unless your name is Miley Cyrus, go wash your hair, throw away anything with tears on it, wash your hair again and wear a tailored dress in the right size for God’s sake –and please don’t dress it down with flip flops or chunky platforms, dress it UP with a pair of kitten heals at least.
(By the way, when I read about Lindsay Lohan going to jail, I wished it was because of the leggings trend. OH MY G-O-D the leggings! I thought only the Kardashian sisters would be too stupid to know the difference between a pantyhose and a pair of pants.)
Now, you, I’m not done with you! Go wash your hair again, then actually comb it and then go to rocker loser chic rehab: Celine’s Phoebe Philo brainwash
or for chronic cases, the latest Valentino couture:
Chain-jangling should be illegal.