"It's blush, not spray paint!"
No offense to any of my friends still in the DC-metro area, but... My god, the District has to be one of the most fashion-backward places on the planet.
Seriously: black nylon stockings, day purses with cocktail dresses (several of them!), twee hair barrettes, helmet hair, a sea of boring striped ties and whatever this is supposed to be. Okay, these two look great. But everyone else?
No wonder no one takes us seriously on the international stage anymore.
Granted, as I sit here typing this I'm wearing a plaid flannel shirtdress, jeans and clunky boots, looking like I'm waiting for the next coming of Kurt Cobain. But a) I'm from the Pacific Northwest and b) at least the jeans are Citizens. Besides, the 90s revival is both inevitable and imminent, and I for one welcome our mopey, flannel-clad overlords.
Seriously: black nylon stockings, day purses with cocktail dresses (several of them!), twee hair barrettes, helmet hair, a sea of boring striped ties and whatever this is supposed to be. Okay, these two look great. But everyone else?
No wonder no one takes us seriously on the international stage anymore.
Granted, as I sit here typing this I'm wearing a plaid flannel shirtdress, jeans and clunky boots, looking like I'm waiting for the next coming of Kurt Cobain. But a) I'm from the Pacific Northwest and b) at least the jeans are Citizens. Besides, the 90s revival is both inevitable and imminent, and I for one welcome our mopey, flannel-clad overlords.