I love the ladylike, Hitchcock-heroine look of this season’s demure dress, but pairing the ruffled number above with my standby Loeffler Randall pumps made me look like I’d wandered away from a Sicilian funeral scene in a Scorcese flick. (Or, in the case of the understated shift dress, like a Wall Street financier on her lunch break.)
Then it occurred to me: these styles are begging to be played against type. A major platform keeps a sleek shift from fading into the background, and balancing a buttoned-up style with a fetish-y Camilla Skovgaard shoe guarantees no one will mistake me for an Italian widow.
--Maureen
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