No matter how often you pig out on Ladurée macarons or quaff champagne cocktails at La Meurice, you will never be French. Leave the madame to V and serve up filette Américain instead (nod to my Belgian cull-inary roots). A leather mini and a ruffled blouse are at opposite ends of the spectrum, but Stella’s gamine blazer is the perfect go between. Next, I herewith banish your, nay, ALL ballerina flats to Hades. They are just too... well, flat. Balenciaga’s Golden Gate shade of heels will cure you of homesickness wherever you are. Finally a touch of turquoise makes it native rather than tourist. Et Voila!
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Better burn that dress sister. As for the footless tights, they only look all that with a moo moo. I want you to cause controversy, but not for dressing like a travesty. Gobsmack all your critics with Aunt Viv’s deceptive frock. Putting Clo in a romantic floral dress may appear as the work of a lunatic, but the razor sharp cut on this thing will tightly harness your chest puppies like pure breed huskies in front of a sled. Tickle your Rococco fancy in YSL’s pumps and ice off with some artillery inspired jewellery. Lastly, pink eye shadow might look kooky on an aspiring 'teenage whore' (I love that song you did!), but on you it's a ne-fait-pas faux-pas.
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This look is trite and not at all right. If you want to get literal, read Dostoevsky. Though there is nothing wrong with impersonating a Park Lane pastel princess per se, I expect something punchier (not to the level of assault mind) from my fave San Fran freak (there’s a lot of them so that is really saying something). Your experiments of the cloth leave me cold, but I still consider you to be shit hot, hence I want to show you how to mash up your look Burroughs stylee by consulting the entire perdioc table and then brewing a knock-out concoction. The demure hillbilly is your heritage.
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I love your dress here Courtney, but I just don't know where you are going with the look. Admittedly, being an A-lister affords you certain allowances, like fetching milk in your skimpiest, but investing so much and getting so little return is not right. Under my wing, you will always look hawt. Here’s the FDB take
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Apologies. A few of the above credits are just a distant memory after Blogger once again deleted this entire post, hence my silent protest these past weeks
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