A scene from this morning.
This poor, unsuspecting tourist doesn’t know it, but she’s in imminent danger of being mauled by the competing cheetah-prints she’s chosen for this combo. See how the rust-dappled leopard print of her blouse has become clearly inflamed by the presence of the smaller, more complex and, let’s face it, maddeningly confusing (is it an animal print? Or is it just calico trying to pass itself off as animal??) cheetah-print of her pants? I tell you, if I wasn’t chasing this lady down the Passeig de Gracia snapping photos of her behind her back, I’d be running the other way to save my skin.
Rachel, I love your sense of humor…..your comments are so acid and yet so effing funny!
I don´t know what you see wrong with this outfit. I quite like it.. Did you have a chance to talk to this fashion diva? I just must know where they sell such garments..
I really love the earrings she is wearing, next time I wear animal prints i´ll be sure to put on some large clip on saphirre earrings!
Jajajjaa cheers! you rock!
You know, I totally agree with you! I hope when I reach that age that I rock just as hard with the colors and the prints. Fuck those baked-potato colors society pressures us all to wear! Oy, I’ve got mental diarrhea now… you’ve inspired me to write another blog just on this. Thanks for both your comments!