Metal Chic

I adore this shirt, with it's crazy winged butterfly arms. It makes me feel very flow-y.

On the not-perfect side, if I lift my arms and you happen to take a peek, you get a healthy view of what's

happening inside the shirt.

There's a story to the belt buckle. When I was 17 and a hot young thing, I went to a GnR concert in Augusta,

Maine with two friends. We spent, maybe, 8 hours getting ready and I wore one of those bodysuits that were

so popular in the (very) early nineties. Now the idea of a snap-crotch makes me feel terrible, like I've either

got a newborn or a yeast infection.

But then, it was fabulous.

And I was convinced - totally, totally sure - that Axl Rose (or his henchmen) would see me in the audience

and point to me, and beckon me to join them backstage. I wasn't sure what would happen next, but I knew

it would be AWESOME.

So, nothing happened, because we were like a football field away from any of the action, and I think we

were, shall we say, not trying as hard to be noticed as some of the other ladies were. As a consolation at the

end of the night I bought a pair of underpants that were see-through, had the GnR logo, and a spray-painted

arrow straight down to the crotch. And probably, that was about as much action as I was really looking for.

But I have an abiding love for the GnR boys. And for my ever-hopeful and adventurous 17 year old self.

Shirt, consignment store; Jeans, Mossimo; Belt buckle, market in Thailand; Scarf, H+M; Sunglasses, J.Crew