The time I decided to channel my inner avant-garde artist... a mishmash of neon colors, textures, and questionable layering.
The outfit? A sequined crop top (because why not?) in electric blue. Harem pants—part parachute, part kaleidoscope—splashed with neon pink and lime green. Rainbow-striped socks paired with mismatched sneakers—one high-top, one low-top. Artistic, right? Oversized sunglasses (indoors, of course) and a feather boa (because every artist needs flair).
This was to a quirky art gallery opening.
Sometimes, fashion experiments lead to laughter, and that’s okay. Art isn’t always meant to be understood—it’s meant to provoke.