Let's get one thing straight: I love to hate me some Olivia Palermo.
She is my worst nightmare of a co-worker: gorgeous, priveleged, two-faced, lazy and dumb as rocks. I am Team "Drill Sergeant" Erin all the way.
And yet I found myself channeling Olivia during my NYC trip. Sporting cat eyes, boots, belted jackets and mixing military with DVF. Ugh. And hating myself for it.
She may not know multipletude isn't a word or that the phrase isn't "pin us against each other," but the girl does know her way around a chic outfit.
She is my worst nightmare of a co-worker: gorgeous, priveleged, two-faced, lazy and dumb as rocks. I am Team "Drill Sergeant" Erin all the way.
And yet I found myself channeling Olivia during my NYC trip. Sporting cat eyes, boots, belted jackets and mixing military with DVF. Ugh. And hating myself for it.
She may not know multipletude isn't a word or that the phrase isn't "pin us against each other," but the girl does know her way around a chic outfit.
She puts together unexpected pieces, colors and prints.
She knows how to mix trendy with classic.
Don't even get me started about how much I'm loving the new shoulder length hair.
Worst of all, she's making me miss The City. Which sucks worse than The Hills and makes me feel like my brain is rotting but it's some great NYC fashion eye candy.
Dear TV titans, How hard is it to come up with a worthy successor to Sex and the City already???
3 comments:
Loving Olivia's style makes me feel slightly dirty and ashamed, like eating a cupcake for dinner, but the girl can dress.
She nails it ervery time!
dying, adeleno5
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