An ensemble on you that simulates imitation?
A personal satisfactory view on "clothes"?
Having an item, or two, that crashes people with envy?
It was just when my friend and I were waiting to cross the road on a Saturday evening in town, two guys in black tees and slim-fit jeans were just at the other end, too, waiting to cross.
It was that latest Stephen Spouse's tribute Vuitton scarf, that caught my eyes. The wind from the dashing cars gave the guy a hard time managing the flying scarf, but when he's settled, something else on his hands caught my eyes again.
A cerulean Birkin.
I'm no expert, but I reckon it's the real thing. At that very point of time, tons of pictures of Victoria Beckham flashed through my mind. You know, Birkins, Louboutins, Antonio Berardi dresses...
That lady's known for her head-to-toe labels. And they aren't some rented shit, they're all hers!
All thanks to my another denial self, which snapped me out off the envious state, I questioned, "Stylish?".
You can drown yourself in superior designers everyday like a Russian editor, everytime you walk out of your house gate. But I would have to say, all it does, is just making you look expensive. A statement that is complimentary, or not, is for you to judge.
For me, it's not.