Oh, DITA.
I feel like I've mentioned this before, but at some point in the last two years or so, I feel like Dita's look has slowly morphed from being Awesomely Retro into Prematurely Aging, and while I admire her devotion to her look, I am an even bigger fan of Not Accidentally Making Yourself Look Like Fifteen Years Older Than You Actually Are Just Because You're Really Into the 40s/50s. Puffed sleeves AND gloves AND a necklace that kind of recalls an Elizabethan ruff? Honey, come on. Even Dita herself looks a bit wistful here, like she realizes she has painted herself into a personal style corner. To which I say: sister, we always have a choice. And you can choose to back off the devotion to historical verisimilitude in the name of looking less like our grandmothers. It's called evolution, and sometimes you have to embrace it.
I feel like I've mentioned this before, but at some point in the last two years or so, I feel like Dita's look has slowly morphed from being Awesomely Retro into Prematurely Aging, and while I admire her devotion to her look, I am an even bigger fan of Not Accidentally Making Yourself Look Like Fifteen Years Older Than You Actually Are Just Because You're Really Into the 40s/50s. Puffed sleeves AND gloves AND a necklace that kind of recalls an Elizabethan ruff? Honey, come on. Even Dita herself looks a bit wistful here, like she realizes she has painted herself into a personal style corner. To which I say: sister, we always have a choice. And you can choose to back off the devotion to historical verisimilitude in the name of looking less like our grandmothers. It's called evolution, and sometimes you have to embrace it.
