I'm not even sure why I found the style so detestable. I mean, I'm sure I could have come up with some bullshit excuse about how it objectifies women, but in a way, all fashion does that (well, at least most). Or I could admit to being some moral crusader opposed to the whole body-con trend in general and the baring of far too much female skin. That is not the case either, however.
I think it had something to do with the popularity of the whole thing. The way it drove cheap knock-offs that showed up in the hallways of my high school, creating a delightfully tacky little trend that somehow epitomized the Jersey shore.
But I've gotten over all of that. I've accepted the trend, realizing that it's tacky re-incarnations do not have to drive my interpretation. So, without further ado, I present you my Balmain-inspired outfit, epaulets and all:
The shirt was found at Annie Sez, the skirt is American Apparel, the necklace was stolen from my little sister, and.... I can't remember where the boots are from.
I actually ruined this necklace in order to complete my look. It originally had a brown elephant attached. Oh, the sacrifices we make for fashion....
Epaulet detail.
And now you can post all of your smug commentary about my hypocrisy for abandoning the anti-Balmain cause, or praise me for seeing the light. But I'm still allowed to advertise my distaste for Herve Leger, right?
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