Blake…
My devotion to you is unparalleled. I think you are a goddess. I’ve loved you through two of the most inane movies ever made from two of the most inane books ever written. You are the only thing that is right about Gossip Girl. I will watch you in anything.
You drip style. It oozes from your pores. Style is like a glamorous afterthought for you. Things normal women shouldn’t even consider in their wildest dream (and our most vivid nightmare) you pull off with a natural, easy aplomb. I begrudgingly love that you don’t have a fashion stylist. That the choices you make are your own. Though if you ever decide that you do want one, I’m tossing my hat in the ring. Along with every other stylist in the world including that skinny bitch Rachel Zoe I’m sure.
All that said, this outfit is a mess from top to toe. I love all the individual pieces. I love the idea of a shirt dress worn with a skirt over it. Unfortunately this shirt dress & its brown buttons are in a fight for its life with that adorable black, sparkly skirt. And why the hell is the bottom of the shirt dress doing a peak-a-boo from under the skirt? It’s like the dress is desperately trying to get away, any way, it possibly can.
And what’s with the ill-fitting bootie? This is the bootie you choose to wear with a bare leg and skirt?
But none of this is as awful as the most egregious error here. WTF were you thinking with that brown belt? In what parallel universe did a brown belt make any sense with this blue & black nightmare? Is it your favorite belt and you just had to wear it? Is it Hermes & they are paying you to sport it and you just wanted to get it over with like a pap smear or dental cleaning?
Or did you really think that this whole thing tossed together made sense?
Because I’m here to tell you it doesn’t. Not here, on Earth. Or in Bizzarro-world. Don’t do this again.
Oh and I hope you get to play Daisy in The Great Gatsby.
Best-
Marcellas