all dressed up nowhere to go

by jolevitan

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whenever i get an invitation to a black tie event i have this idea in mind that i’m going to create an effortless hollywood ensemble. getting dressed up is like an expensive halloween for me. i pride myself on being a creature of comfort, having a sense of practicality when it comes to style. there is nothing practical about sequins, fur, ten pound dresses, spiked heels, or bobby pins protruding into ones head, but may i debate myself in saying that new years eve, best friends weddings, or unimaginably prestigious parties i’d be invited to are the exception to this rule? the advantage of all the effort is that i’d look brilliant and thus feel ravishing and therefor have the best time (and instagrams) ever.