Fugloe Fugvigny

I am experiencing some serious fugja-vu here, courtesy of Chloe Sevigny:

Aside from still having legs and a shoe closet to die for, Chloe apparently also has this ensemble in more than one shade of bland. Because you never know when you’ll need TWO blazers with scalloped skirts that always catch in your crotch and either make people wonder if they’re culottes or create unfortunate wrinkles that point right up your fun zone. I mean, it only makes sense: It’s CLEARLY blasphemy to wear the ecru at night, so of course you’d keep one in your closet that’s a more thrilling beige hue, or perhaps a daring latte-tinged flavor of khaki — you know, a tan that really brings your new blood-orange colored lipstick and the kaleidoscope of sequins you’ve sewn to an old ballet leotard. I’m so pleased Chloe understands these kinds of nuances.