My god, Karla Deras understands women. This sweet little top—almost too darling, and not to mention utterly singular in silhouette compared to everything else in my closet—has been a favorite for a while now. Turns out, I do crave a little romance (in my wardrobe) and can wear something that isn’t a menswear-inspired suit, wrap dress, or tiny-top-baggy-bottoms combo. It’s a sartorial miracle, ladies and gentlemen! I now get the appeal of going girly, and short of ballet flats, have discovered that I’m capable of adopting elements of the appropriated ballerina aesthetic.
However, none of those thoughts crossed my mind when getting dressed today. The truth is I was bloated—and naturally, this perfectly fluffed bubble peplum was the forgiving solution I needed. A wide boat neck and low back with fitted sleeves elongate my otherwise short-everything frame, and to keep things from veering too treacly for my taste, baggy jeans it was. These are a vintage pair cuffed at the hem for practicality and contrast. For a moment I almost went for my usual Manolos, but black flip-flops felt like the better shoe to help break up all the heaviness around the center of my body.
In sum, this was a casual look; it’s Friday and we’re in California, after all.
Not pictured, the McNally’s tote I later grabbed because I was in the mood to find a new book for the weekend. Pictured in the background: my latest acquisition, a Halston bean necklace by Elsa Peretti that once housed solid perfume. I’m quite proud of this find; can you tell? (It’s quite the special piece, but occasionally resurfaces on second-hand platforms. I found two more listings on eBay and added them to the carousel below if you’re as Peretti-pilled as me.)
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