Dress: Topshop/ Belt: Topshop: Shoes: Rachel Roy/ Pendant: Rachel Roy
As Hurricane Sandy blows all of Northeast America, a feat only accomplished by Snooki thus far, Hurricane Roxy descends from the Internet heavens and makes her landfall onto the blogosphere to unveil herself in all her feminine glory. Such divine timing! Hurricane Roxy brings with her torrential blocks of color and gusts of pleats that have the potential of blowing in a 2 mile radius. I will conquer you Sandy!!
In preparation for Sandy, I’ve already begun looting and now, I embrace Sandy by blogging from my home in my Winnie-the-poo pajamas and junk food by my side. And I’m not even on the East Coast.
But even the chicest of the chic are affected by the foul weather. Currently, the media coverage ranges from, "Like Perfect Storm, But Perfect-er", to graphics of the Eastern Seaboard dressed like Little Lord Fauntleroy in a county lockup surrounded by leering inmates. For the sake of all the people in its path, I really do hope they are over-hyping it. Much of New York was humbled last night by mother nature, with a near-dark Manhattan skyline. In a way, this is the foretelling of the future of my blog—dark and dreary.
Much like the nature of Hurricane Sandy, my Topshop dress represents an array of patterns (ok it’s a fucking zig zag) that is wild, torrent and reckless. It would remind one of the chaos and confusion that comes with the aftermath of such a tropical depression (also my dress looks very tropical). The patterns could easily be associated with those of tidal waves, typhoons and tsunamis, or wave readings on a Richter scale after an intense Earthquake. So many natural disasters intertwined into a single dress, glory to you Topshop! You see, while other Fashion bloggers were busy pairing their oxblood leather pants with their Kenzo sweaters, I was using fashion to forewarn my readers about the upcoming apocalyptic weather conditions, although I wish I looked slightly more menacing in my photos. Besides, wouldn’t this be such a fitting outfit to wear during a hurricane? I mean, what’s the point of wearing pleated skirts and chiffon dresses if you don’t have violent winds blowing your clothes to give it shape?
If you are not busy throwing empty beer cans out the window to see how far they can fly, then you are clearly reading roxthefox.com to provide you solace during this dark time. So to my friends on the East-Coast, stay safe. The upside is that there will be less slutty Holloween costumes on the streets of NYC this year. Oh, and remember, the worst that can happen is Roland Emmerich making a film about Sandy, which you will have to live to see.