So, we need to talk about the Rodarte SS14 RTW Collection. Like, we really need to talk about it. It is giving me everything right now! From the minute my beady little blues caught sight of the monochrome, leopardy, zebra-y, croppy, leathery, metallicy, fringey, croc-printy GREATNESS, my jaw has not left the floor. It’s everything I could ever want in a collection and more… And that’s really saying something because I am not an easily appeased gal. I am actually a fairly difficult gal at times and this spills over into indecisiveness which means my wardrobe has a massive identity crisis. Am I chic? Am I quirky? Am I a tomboy? Am I a bohemian goddess? Am I a harem queen? Am I forever clashing? Am I Cruella? Am I a hussy? Fuck it, I’m the lot. But I think I’d give up my identity crisis at a moments notice if it meant I could hang the entire SS14 Collection uponeth my rails.
It’s like Bam Bam meets early Madonna meets intrepid explorer meets flapper meets resort meets black-tie meets suited and booted, and I love it.