So, while the rest of the rich and fabulous were donning their drop-dead gorgeous, mouth-watering, bank-breaking gowns of glory...
|me. Wearing: shirt: Dileme (diy version), jeans: UO (similar), boots: Lucky Brand|
I was wearing jeans.
I'd like to think that Valentino himself would have been very proud of my individuality.
But whether or not it assisted in disguising me as a homeless person as I creeped through the back yard of the esteemed mansion in which he showed his dresses, I'll never quite know.
What I do know, is that the buses that nearly ran me over 5 times obviously did not mistake me for a celebrity.
Or they did, and they just really hate celebrities.
Is it wrong of me to willfully believe the latter?