There is an utter rarity amongst fashion bloggers who are, from time to time, willing to admit defeat when it comes to styling. After all, we are all experimenting and creating, yet attempt to conceal any shards of fashion faux pas from hitting the Internets. Thus, in an effort to become more relatable to you, (I APPEAL TO THE MASSES, DUH!) the laymen, I have decided to post not one, but two looks that I abhorrently detest.
The two looks are variations of each other, because I couldn't decide which layering scheme worked better. In hindsight, I look like shit. This is what happens when I decide to dress myself in a state of imminent collapse.
My efforts to look Parisian chic (cue French beret) resulted in vain attempts. The true architect of my chicness demise was the disastrous layering in an effort to keep myself warm in these relentless, unapologetic Canadian winters, although my luscious body hair does a fantastic job at providing much needed insulation. #MiddleEasternGirlProblems.
For the record, I'm not Middle Eastern.
The true culprit lies in this pleated, leather midi skirt (which I previously wore HERE for a spring look) which further dwarfs my midget body, as if I'm about to be engulfed into the vortex of a deep, dark hole. Also, that's what he said.
The skirt accentuates my vertical challenges and instead, I ended up looking like a garbage man (a combination of the leather skirt and boots perhaps). Although, in my defense, I look like a garbage man in France, which is inherently more encouraging. The good news is, if my career in fashion blogging falters, I can always fall back on a career as a Sanitation Engineer.
Culprit #2 honor goes to this oversized, leather Michael Kors bag which I so strategically used to conceal eggs and feces during The Twillight Saga film event. Ironically, I failed to remove all of the eggs from the said bag and continued to carry rotten eggs in my bag for months to come. A terrible outfit can be elevated by accessories and such, but alas, Michael Kors fails to impress.