Remember the greasy, mysterious stains on the olive green sweater I wore to that pool party last week? Did they traumatize you into actually doing laundry? Well, me too! I actually got to work having one sweater cleaned (I can’t seem to find a photo of it–just trust me) and I even got a brand new one for four whole bucks (the above Mondrian-patterned thing from Weber’s, which I wore when posing with…wait, who IS that?). I’ve been flaunting this sparklingly pristine top to great ballyhoo, throngs cheering everywhere I haunt. You like–or does it need some quick smudging?
Photo credit: Taken at the Sunday night bash, VanDam by Gerry Visco