proper fitting attire
I am all for Mark Fast and his crusade to get more larger-sized models on the runway. I really am. But dammit, I am not for this:
Really, Mark Fast? Really? Did no one notice that she needs to go up an undie/pantyhose size? Or dress size? Or both? I haaaaaate when those lines are visible, regardless of the size of the person. It’s just annoying. And she looks a bit disoriented, like she just woke up from a weekend-long bender and had to hurry to the runway show, but accidentally grabbed her friend Gabby with the flat butt’s underwear instead of her own and is praying no one will notice.
I noticed, ma’am. I noticed.
covet and drool: high waist pencil skirt
I don’t know what to say about this skirt. Or why I like it. Suspenders seem like something that I should avoid, what with the giant rack, but this skirt makes me think Audrey Horne from Twin Peaks, and therefore I love it and need it in my life.
kenley
You know Kenley Collins. Project Runway season 5. Tugboat captain’s daughter. Amazingly annoying. Tosser of cats. Well, she has her own line, and the clothes are available in larger sizes. They’re kind of boring, as I recall her clothes on PR being, but all the same, someone out there will love them, yeah?
Typical Kenley “Tugboat captain’s daughter!” collection. But still. She goes up to a size 24, so she should be lauded for that, even if she acted like a spoiled brat during the show. Who knows, maybe she’s a better person now.
covet and drool: ’50s rockabilly petticoat dress
I’m thinking this dress screams goth dominatrix June Cleaver.
And I’m thinking that I love it.
fashion flashback: what…what was i doing here?
No, I actually know exactly what I was doing here. My honorary little sister Donna (who is amazing and super cool) and I both decided one day to dress up as characters of ours, and I decided to dress like my character Gree. I can’t for the life of me remember a single thing about Gree, but, well, apparently she dresses in the dark. I feel like I look a bit like a boy in some of these, but I don’t really hate that. This is one of the few times I’ve actually worn whatever the hell I felt like without caring. I wish I’d done that more often.
