Wearing a "Coco-approved" little black dress is too obvious. Pumps, pearls, a loose cardigan... classic, but so predictable it's boring. As a woman who's been on her fair share of dates (lies, I have never been on a single date in my entire life, though I had a boyfriend once in eighth grade) I can testify that it often feels as though there's a behavior protocol and uniform for fulfilling the role of someone who's been asked out. So I challenge you people to make yourself aware of those arbitrary obligations (like wearing something timeless and fancy), break 'em, and leave a bravely unconventional first impression on your casanova. I'd probably wear an outfit like this one to dinner and a movie. Fortunately, that opportunity will never surface so I don't actually have to worry about the pressure of choosing something fitting. Lucky me! I wouldn't feel like myself without something prickly and intimidating like a spiked collar on. The beanie represents my grungy carelessness and the shoes suggest that I WILL kick your ass if you double-cross me so you better play your cards right and buy my popcorn, buddy. Maybe my aggressive attitude is the reason boys keep their distance. YOUR LOSS, GUYS. I'm an amazing kisser! Ask any dog in a 50 mile radius. :-)
Me and my friend had a conversation about hating exposed zippers a few months ago while we were at the mall (no surprise, everything sucks at the mall even if the concept is genius.) I've since chosen this dress as the exception to our zipper rule. It's functional (can't slip into the dress without it) and gives the dress a distinctly punk element. In sum, it's a cool departure from the rest of the dress's features: feminine sleeves, a seductive neckline, modern body-hugging fit. Which unite to create a powerforce of hardcore hotness. Hot? Hot. Me. Hot. It's weird. I'm still getting used to it.