... but really there's only three shades of grey featured in my outfit above. I just had to title the post after the most overrated tripe of a 'book', because well, I like to embrace every opportunity I can to bitch and moan (pun intended) about this unadulterated drivel.
In early fall, I witnessed a plethora of fashion bloggers paying homage to '50 Shades of Grey' with harness fashion pieces and what have you, whilst singing praises for this 'novel'. Why? If atrocious and redundant writing is what turns you on, than this book shall be your Bible, otherwise, for women whose IQ is above room temperature, nothing in this book will encourage you to touch yourself. The erotic scenes are redundant and read appropriately like something written by a dried up middle aged woman. Ana needs to spend less time biting her lower lip and more time accessing some cognitive behaviourial therapy. It goes without saying that my inner goddess is currently weeping uncontrollably in the corner for subjecting her to such abysmal garbage. If I could sum up this reading experience in one sentence, it would be that it's like reading Berenstain Bears with a sadomasochistic twist. Commercial, vapid and shallow (much like roxthefox.com). This is not literature, folks, it's mental trash for bottom-feeders.
Underlying message to young girls reading this -- rich guys are only into useless chicks so make sure your own life is devoid of ambition. However, if Ryan Gosling stars in the movie version of Shades, then I will watch it.
So I guess I should probably talk about the outfit, eh? Insert nervous laughter. No but really, I divorced myself from my usual crayola color palette because I could not resist the European charm that this entire ensemble conjured. There's something about the horizontal striped basic T's that is very reminiscent of the French variety. Suddenly, I feel like I should be in Paris, indulging myself in croissants or painting. And then you have the Irish quilted skirt, minus the Tartan print, although I wish I saw this version in a midi length. The burgandy (or is it oxblood?) hat and Celine bag add the much needed pop of color. Although I realize that my cherished Celine bag is probably not synchronized with this outfit, these photos were taken at a time when my Celine bag and I were in our honeymoon phase, shortly after she was procured in the summer time. I could not part from her, at the risk of suffering separation anxiety.
For the first time ever on roxthefox.com, we shall play "Spot the flaw"...First one to spot the multiple rips and tears in my leggings shall receive god like status from roxthefox. Also enjoy the views of my double chin for a limited time only!
Anyway, all of this 50 Shades of Grey talk is making my loins swell with thrustful lusting feelings of carnal bliss, in which I must endeavor to manipulate mine fun-zone for hours on end variously with scented lotions, hypoallergenic of compositions...aka bathroom time.