Today we have part 2 in my "This-should-be-sexy-and-cool-but-it's-not" series - a feeble attempt to embrace a trait that is proving more frequently frustrating than it does funny.
I thought that I might take this one piece by piece. And no, I may have no ultimate intention of changing (that would be productive - notably not my forté ), but it might be interesting to pinpoint exactly why what feels to be alluring, results in .... non allure.
Immediately we're off to a bad start: My favorite pair of high-waisted pants. I suppose the fact that they make me feel fearless and in charge is probably exactly what makes boys fear and ... not charge. (god I'm clever).
We're then confronted with the dilemma of the see-through shirt. True - the potential may be there, but I suspect that the gentlemen in question daydream of a much less...militaristic rendition of the conceptually come-on-to-me theme.
Sidenote: This 1 euro gem was scrounged from a bin of like-styled tanks and tees; a bin to which no other in the store than myself and a single homeless man was drawn.
(this is real).
In hindsight, this may have been an early warning signal.
In closing: Combat Boots.
And yes. You'd be right if you guessed that 96.75% of my posts end in this sentiment. Alas, it's just something about those little lace up stompers that I just can't get enough of. They immediately destroy any potentially-demure outfit -
a footwear feature I obviously find invaluable.
|tank: thrifted, pants: Cheap Monday, boots: Diba, necklace: Karen London Jewelry|
So, is it fashion forward?
Is it date-night material? Gold digging qualifying? Suitable for a night out with The Stir
(yes, this is also real).
But does it give me that special, empowered, sort-of-weird-but-in-a-good-way feeling I crave?
PS: I have no idea what Wildwood Productions is. I thought it looked cool. And I'm wild. (however feel free to construe whatever inappropriate ironic and quippy intention you'd like. I have).