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Eight million stories in the humid city and this is one. Me, I'm just a gal with a badge. And a stack of citations to hand out.  Because nothing says "Sacred matrimony" like a pair of lace hot-pants and a transparent top with a cape of hand-detailed Carrickmacross lace and entredoux.
Oh, Miami. Just no. I shudderingly wonder what the shoe choice would be.
10 Comments
Matt Dalton
2/2/2016 10:38:04 am
Not for those whose lifestyle tends towards Commando.....to achieve balance, the veil is opaque.
Amy
2/5/2016 09:00:37 am
Thanks, Matt Dalton. I think the commando skills are required in this ensemble. And maybe some fresh ink.
George A
2/2/2016 11:24:06 am
A little skimpier and this would be ice dance worthy.
Amy
2/5/2016 09:01:18 am
Oh, George, that explains it! Ice skates would redeem this outfit!
George A
2/2/2016 06:02:59 pm
Don't believe me? Johnny Weir got it covered:
Amy
2/5/2016 09:02:16 am
Wonderful!
George A.
2/5/2016 09:14:40 am
When viewed from the back, Johnny looks very "matronly" in this get up.
Amy
2/10/2016 06:36:28 pm
Dude!
Lindy
2/10/2016 11:10:01 am
Hot pants? Those look more like boxer shorts.
Amy
2/10/2016 06:38:22 pm
Ha ha. I suppose you are right, Lindy! Leave a Reply. |
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