But fret not, I’m not immune to this recurring silhouette either. I find it fascinating how this piece of clothing can magically awaken the aloof Brigitte Bardot or Grace Kelly ‘je ne sais quoi’ spirit inside you.
“She’s no fashion aficionado and I’ll never inherit a vintage Chanel Classic Double Flap Bag nor a Louis Vuitton Monogram Speedy 30 but I sure did learn normcore and monochromatic dressing from her long before those words entered my vocabulary.
She used to dress us up in those dainty and colorful numbers with the cliché embellishments of intricate laces, fancy ribbons, add-on frills and of course the legendary puff sleeves. Ohh I cringe at the thought of puff sleeves!
But there are just those days when our body’s sensory judgment and sartorial stubbornness defy the environment’s temperature.
And yet I still elicit the same furtive glances from some of our fashion-impaired neighbors like I am a deranged type of species who poured ketchup over their hot porridge meal.
Albeit, scantily clad in risqué poses, they really are rocking that coveted Japanese schoolgirl uniform. Besides the academic mien, I can’t promise to exude the same tempting appeal, though. Wait, let me twerk.