I Love Wildfox: An Ode

I love words.

The look of them. The taste of them. The sound of them.

I love cheeky. Raunchy, even. In the classiest way, of course.

Therefore it comes at no surprise that I adore kitschy little graphic tees—though I own only two (that I actually wear; the remainder is left in an untouched pile, remnants of junior high), one of which was a souvenir from the Champs-Elysees and the other a beloved David & Goliath “I Heart Nerds” tee that both reminds me of London and gets me on my study grind come exams week.

And yet, I love tee-shirts.

Yes, I wear heels, black pants, and little 3/4-length sweaters habitually. Delicate silver jewelry never leaves their respective homes on my finger, wrist, neck, and ears—even in environments which require ridiculous cardio activity and sweating (i.e.: the gym or some dance class). I’m a walking antithesis—I have a soft spot for graphic tees with witty or suggestive little phrases, tucking them into high-waisted things to dress them up.

There’s good reason why tee-shirts remain staples in every wardrobe. They’re simple. Timeless. Classic. Versatile. It takes less than a second to throw one on—no mirror necessary—and the end result is always effortless. Nothing is sexier than a woman in a white tee thrown casually over a pair of slim-fit jeans. Or tucked into a high-waisted bodycon skirt; possibilities are endless.

I love Wildfox.

It only makes sense that I do; even those with limited computational abilities (ahem) can understand that A + B + C = D. I’ve always crushed on the brand, even before they became the latest darling starring in celebrity pap shots. I’ve gushed Wildfox both when I interned for Dujour and PLASTER magazine—it was almost embarrassing. (Thank god I rarely feel that way.)

Now these little numbers were clearly made for the coquette in mind, to throw on lounging around, with little shorts for a dance class, or even to tuck into high-waisted denim short and black skirts for a casual sort of day. How sweet.

So what if all three look exactly the same. I’m known for hoarding clothing of same silhouettes in slight variations—once I find something I like and feel good in, I stick to it. I love a slouchy pullover slung off one shoulder; Flashdance-ifying even the most casual tops makes everything look exponentially better. I may not like the film, but I do appreciate anything dance-related, edgy, and feminine. Paired with skinny jeans (in a dark wash to elevate the entire look) or black skinny trousers and a pair of ankle boots, je ne sais quoi—the boho way—never looked so chic. Throw a black leather clutch under the arm—it’s that easy.

When I’m drowning in money, all the tees I’ll ever wear will be Wildfox Couture, thankyouverymuch.

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