Tuesday, February 20, 2007
sharing of a monstrous vision
Last Friday, Chips and I were having dinner at Figaro Greenbelt. Then Chips called to my attention a monstrous sight. I will do my best to describe the horrendous apparition that came before us. I apologize for not being able to take a picture, as it was moving around and refused capture. Plus, the phonecamera was not exactly meant for night vision.
The said "creature" was young, with other beings of her age. Adults were chaperones. I will blame these people claiming guidance over the one who did not know any better, for letting her frolic freely (and oh so confidently, which is sad). Imagine the un-styled collusion of the following:
One: Animal print leggings. Note that this was worn alone, as bottoms, without the stylish coverage of a miniskirt or a loose flowy blouse. Also note that they are ill-fitting. I cannot fathom a pair of supposedly skin-hugging leggings to actually not fit the skin that one is in, but this pair was a wee bit pudgy on the crotch area.
Two: A tight, brown tank top. Although I have nothing against tight brown tanks as I myself am an avid fan, there is something to be said about wearing a short (belly-button length) one together with animal print leggings that is pudgy at the crotch.
Three: A stretch waist belt (the type that crinkles). Again, I am a supporter of the waisted belt trend. But for a 2-inch bronze belt to be worn over a short, tight tank atop animal print leggings -- it is an amalgamation of horrors.
Four: A tailored, cropped short-sleeved jacket of the cream color. To be worn with a tank top is not a crime. But please note that it is worn with the growing fashion feast of wrongness.
Five: Cream square-tipped shoes. Not pumps. Nor sandals. More of loafer-ish. With a wedged heel. Need I say more.
Six: A carnation pink chain-type shoulder bag. And when you thought it couldn't get any worse...
Seven: A thick animal print head band to top it all off.
I have collected some photo references, for your appreciation. I must say though, that these items can be worn stylishly, selectively combined or separately, but not in such a violative overflowing manner of horridness. I know, I'm mean. But can you just imagine all of this walking around care of just one lost and unjustifiably confident victim?
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