(Alexander Wang boxer all in one and wedges, Ray-ban sunglasses)
You know something is good when you have no freaking clue what to call it. I’ve broken this..doodad? in on Instagram and it’s time to slap the whole look on here. I fell in hopeless, doomed obsession with it on Behati circa last September so it was really just a matter of time. I find that such a piece makes so little sense in any context that it kind of makes sense in any context. Barbecue? Semi-formal event? Slumber party? SURE. The trick being to not have it be readable on your face that you’re aware you’re sort of wearing a Frankensteined morning after outfit. Feel free to offer your opinion on outfit poker face, the evil powers of B. Prinsloo, and potential names for an attached boxer shirt set below.