Haute Hippie dress, Christian Louboutin simple pumps
Smother me in opal paillettes and I’ll skip, hop and jump for joy. Heck, I’ll karaoke a KC and the Sunshine Band jam for you, too. I’ll be wearing this little nude number to a wedding tomorrow. Doesn’t it just scream, “Dance and boogie, baby!”? I’m totes obsessed with the clusters of shiny discs on this frock even though they shed like a Siamese cat. So if you’re at the wedding I’m attending, just follow the trail of paillettes…they will lead you to moi. And we can shimmy the night away. And drink copious amounts of champagne. And get into all kinds of mischief. Don’t go all Black Swan on me — isn’t that what weddings are all about anyway?
Photos by Vas Andy
