Did something big happen this weekend?
Ok, before we get into the meat and potatoes, aka “fashion hits,” I have a little story/question, which also happens to be the huge fashion miss of this post… While honey and I were walking around the city on Saturday, something *special* happened. We were waiting at the crosswalk, right behind a young lady who had on a really special ensemble. It wasn’t as bad as the ensemble that made its way into the title and content of this post, but it was prettyyyyy, prettyyyyyy special. And by special I mean we could see her back junk. And no, it wasn’t anything like Pippa’s situation, because no one created a facebook page paying tribute to it. (That’s how you measure quality.)
Here, it looked exactly like this:
… except the tights on the girl in our story were even more transparent.
So, now that you’ve seen the situation we were facing, my question is the same question honey and I were asking one another in our inside voices, but which inadvertently resulted in the young lady turning around to us and then hailing a cab in one fell swoop. So: if you see a girl wearing tights that tell the world what style – and, if you’re close enough, brand – of underwear she decided to wear that day, do you A) stay silent, B) tell her or, C) whisper about what the right move is and accidentally hold the conversation too loudly, accidentally making her feel the highest level of embarrassment before she hails a cab to go home and change/cry herself to sleep? Note: there aren’t always cabs zipping by, ready to facilitate quick getaways for those experiencing accidental nudity.
So, yeah, what should we do next time? I want to be prepared for it, next go around. Oh and by the way, the honey wanted to tell her, and I didn’t. I was worried about embarrassing her. I’m thinking honey was right, though…?
ANYWAY, here’s what you missed if you spent your time outside over the weekend instead of keeping up with the riffraff: Mariah Carey popped, ObL was ended, a certain royal couple skipped their honeymoon for fear of its implications during Britain’s economic downturn, figuring the $30 mil they blew for the wedding was probably a good place to stop. And now you’re caught up ON WHAT MATTERS.
By the way, this weekend kind of rocked in a personal way, too. For one: the weather KILLED IT. It was in top shape, and it permitted many an hour of frolicking in Central Park with the pup. Hilarity ensued. Plus, my folks came in on Sunday night and took us to a burger joint where the honey proceeded to order a pineapple cheeseburger a la our Hawaii vacation last year, and in this case, heaven ensued. So, clearly, lots of things ensued. But you know what? Enough about that, because OMIGOSH THESE DRESSES.
Credit goes to a girlfriend of mine for this fantastic find. I often get emails telling me about some collection or piece of news I might be interested in featuring/discussing, but holy bejeebus I’m obsessed with this find. I want this entire collection in my belly, and I’d like to adopt J. Mendel so he and I can chat forever about fashionable things. Or something. Eat ‘em up! Any favorites?
So, do you dig these frocks as much as I do?
… And I was actually quite serious about wanting your advice on how to behave around a half-naked girl who doesn’t know she’s half-naked. Help? Thanksies!
xoxo! – Alison