Just minutes after posting my last post, it hit me where I'd seen Dita's blouse.
Because the only picture I saw of Teese-me was from the chest up, I didn't realize that what I thought was a blouse was actually the top half of a dress I'd singled out and praised during my Bryant Park phase.
As you can clearly tell, Dita was not wearing my *perfect* blouse but rather an equally perfect Monique Lhuillier cocktail dress from the designer's not-yet-released-in-stores Fall/Winter 2007 collection.
I promise to be more careful in the future.
1 comment:
How do you remember this sh*t?
off to bed, doll. you really need to come enjoy a Saturday night out in the city soon. I hate to be a DC-hater, but nightlife is SO much better here than there. Let me show you.
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