But regardless of whether or not I'm actually capable of inciting the demise of a December essential via a weird wardrobe,
I'm certainly very good at complicating a classic.
Enter: the blatantly fake fur.
And I just want to note: I was like way into the cheaply-made-but-fantastically-soft fabrics eons before they were suddenly not dumb. #CrappyTargetSweaters
That being said, I'm actually a bit ashamed of how uninterested in style I was when purchasing this monstrosity. It's honestly like wearing a dead fuzzy black unicorn on my body - assuming that a Unicorn felt something like expensive cashmere dipped in a luxe silk coating.
Pair it with a girly dress, and you've nailed step 1 to holiday dressing for the hopelessly abnormal:
Keep it strange, stupid.
Step 2? Don't do your hair.
Just leave it in a giant mess of some sort and you'll immediately exhibit the oft-spoofed "Juxtaposition" so frequently sought after amongst the fashion elite.
Step 3? Mens' shoes. I mean...perfect, right? What better way to ugly-up a pretty dress than to drag it down via extremely unfeminine footwear?
Score them in an easily-stainable bright white for that extra touch of seasonal "faux pas" and the perfectly-dirtied toe (slush stains are in).
|dress: Middleton Dress Co, sweater: Anthropologie, shoes: Shoemint|
It's a Christmas miracle.
Photos by Matthew Engelhart.
Weirdly messed w/ by me.