Saturday, December 29, 2012

designer in chains

Moving on from a weak reference to Quentin Tarantino's recent splatfest, we find Doris Day's sweater (googtube it, friends under the age of 95) fresh out of a meeting of the PTA going to town with a Scarsdale skirt that appreciates modern dance and Amish boots that have left the order, all lulling our irony-luvin souls into a false sense of Stepford conservatism.
But what's this!?

Oh for tribal!  Tusk-like ear interest (no worries, only a credit card was harmed in the harvesting of these from Asos) and natives-are-restless hand party shaking it in the most ethnic way.
She's licensed to handle this level of contrast because she's a graphic designer visiting her roots. And her parents.

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