Go ahead and try to tell me this trifecta was not a plant by Urban Outfitters to jigger limp sales of ribcage-hugging silhouettes. Duh. I am wise to these marketing ploys. With a rallying cry of Remember Jessica Simpson! stylists everywhere shudder at the horror and scamper off to find the youngest, tallest, willowiest BFFs ever to zip up an 18" fly. See above. I, for one, do not even need convincing about the delights of torso trussing garments, though on this thousand-degree occasion, I was sporting a simple belt of sweat around my waist.
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