Some things sound weird.
Carrots with cinnamon, brown with black, and shoe hoarders simultaneously obsessed with Lord of the Rings.
Fine. I'm weird. I submit.
But often times, the sound of something is actually the strangest part. The visual incarnation is much less . . . obviously off than the words used to describe it.
Brown can work with black, and carrots are a form of sugar after all.
No rationalizer on the third.
Swimsuits worn as daywear are one of these things.
The idea of it is more unmanageable than the actual occurrence - which often times work so seamlessly so as to be indistinguishable from the norm.
I mean, why, after all, is a tucked-in tank top so different from crotch-hugging suit?
In fact, I prefer the slight southern discomfort to the consistent untucking of said tank.
Anyhoo. In my mind, the ability to carry out the strange sounding in spite of their sonically-induced . . . suspicions, is what truly separates the sartorially brave from the rule-followers.
In these cases, instinct takes precedence - and we all know that no "style rule" or taboo can override the visceral high that comes when outfit perfection is achieved. #AMIFREAKIN'RIGHTORWHAT?
|suit: Lands' End (similar), pants: JLO for Kohl's. (I know, right?), shoes: Michael Antonio, rings: The 2 Bandits, watch: La Mer|
I'm so freakin' right.
PS: If you want to see me talk about swimsuits as summer-transition-to-fall-wear on the local NBC affiliate yesterday morning by clicking HERE. :) (apologies for the mic thing. For the record, it was my jacket, not my hair - vanity's still to blame, but slightly less so).
Photos by Shoiab.