



Forget variety, juxtaposition is the spice of life, so why not thrown on a jumbo-sequin mini with an army coat? Any excuse to pair the unpairable is fine by me, so bring on the unlikely combos. Sweatpants with spike heels? Sure. A leather pencil skirt with a slouchy sweater? Totally! A fabulous gown with a bomber jacket? Why not! Anything goes, or at least that's what I tell myself to justify the way I dress... Break it to me gently, guys. xx
Outfit details: camo jacket- Zara; striped shirt- Gap; paillette skirt- Joe Fresh; booties- Michael Kors; necklace- Les Arts Plastiques
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