Which top deserves heaven and which deserves hell?
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Where Fashion Dies: Heaven Or Hell?
It’s so freaky how I couldn’t seem to stop myself from commenting stuff around me and stuff I see on the magic box called ‘television’. Hm. Maybe that’s why I have not one but TWO blogs, one in English and one in Bahasa Indonesia. Oh well. Seems like nobody have gotten the finger cuffs I once requested, so here I am, typing my thoughts about Ms. Hilton.
I don’t really care about her release the other day, nor do I care about her getting back into jail. I just noticed the fact that the notorious party girl no matter how guilty she is… she never gets out of style. I mean, seriously, look at her!
Black ribbon on hair, crisp white shirt, black vest and trousers, grey adorable cropped blazer and a Chanel bag. Oh yeah, don’t forget the signature ‘I’m-too-good-for-anything’ pout. My my. It’s lucky I wasn’t the judge. If I was, I’d just fine her for looking too fine, and probably send some of my subordinates with a search warrant into her closet to raid her handbags (I’d love to have her pink Chanel thingies and Balenciaga Motorcycle bags!). And I’d say the American police made a true mistake in having her arrested NOW, as she should’ve been arrested THEN because of doing THIS:
I call it: “Abusive behavior to a very nice Pucci-printed bikini”. That’s enough to make a case out of it, no?
Okay okay I’ll stop now before I get bitchier than I already am.
And when I thought the world is beginning to wake-up and finally smell the moth balls from the seventies… a new trend begins and it’s nowhere near good.
Behold, the cheaply-imitated, confusingly-created and mind-blowingly-disturbing… “VICTORIAN-INSPIRED” top.
TOP, they say. So what do you wear underneath? A pair of skinny jeans? Leggings? Oh my God. I nearly fainted when this image flashed before me on my computer. How do you wear this ruffle-lace-ribbons-floral-fuckfest? Please don’t tell me, let me imagine.
In a minute…
I can’t bring my mind into even TOLERATING this dress-top-whatchamacallit. An insult to the Victorian era, an abuse to lace, a dead wrong interpretation on how florals should be used… and a total waste of beautiful ribbons.
For the love of fashion, good taste, style and everything good… please ladies, bear with me. Should you decide to wear this kind of dress-top-whatchamacallit, you might as well tell your partner to grow a mullet, wear baggy jeans and gold accessories.
Dang, I knew I shouldn’t be online-windowshopping at this kind of hour.