Before I talk about my sartorial decision for this all black suit look for my pretend Milan Fashion Week, attention must be given to the highlight of the event: JLo and the Versace show! Wow! Did you see? Did you watch? Did you gawk?! I sure did!!!
Now, with the absolute highlight of Milan Fashion Week addressed, let me explain why I chose this all black suit look. As I was going through all the street style looks from Milan Fashion Week, I kept seeing a ton of monochromatic looks especially in the form of suit or jumpsuits. The other color I noticed was black–black dresses, black jumpsuits, all black outfits. I found this rather shocking, yet with my style hat on I went about figuring out how I would create an all black outfit.
I made a black suit out of several old basics from my closet–a Zara blazer, a Target tank, and some H&M shorts. Then I went with the accessory I always add to all black: gold! I feel like gold is soooo Italian chic, and since I’m pretending to be in Milan, the obvious choice was gobs of gold. Italian women wear gold so well, and of course, when they wear gold, it’s real gold! (Let’s just pretend all mine is real–it is a pretend Milan Fashion Week after all.)
Here are another couple of outfits where I paired gold with black in the past: my lbd (even my ponytail is held in gold!), my black jumpsuit (my hair was soooo long!), black and gold clothing (that mullet was so good!), and even a black and gold DIY (I wish I still had these lil’ booties).
These black cowboy boots were such a great investment. I used to rock high heels, but ever since I had my hipped replaced, I just can’t seem to make high heels work–hence an abundant of sneakers over here on Kremb de la Kremb. Cowboy boots on the other hand do work for me, and I find that despite the lack in height, they give me that sexy feeling that a high heel will. I actually can sense that I strut when I wear cowboy boots, and a strut obviously signifies confidence. Yes to that! So yes to cowboy boots!!
I always say that I want to be Italian. It can’t happen obviously, but being an Italian is a dream of mine. One fine day many moons ago I did receive a very wonderful compliment that came very close to being Italian. Kevin and I were in South Beach, Miami. We were on a date and the cute little bartender kept asking me in Spanish, “De donde eres?” That means where are you from. I told her USA, but she kept asking, “No, really, where are you from?” This went on until I finally told her really, I am American. At which point she said, “Mentira!” You’re lying. When I asked her where she thought I was from she said Argentina! It’s not Italian, but it felt pretty close!!
There’s something so irresistibly chic about Italian women. For this pretend Milan Fashion Week, I hope I styled myself in just an ounce of their classy ways. All black with accents of gold hopefully fits the bill.
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