I give up. Well, better yet... She did. There are few things worse than a Canal Street Louie Vuitton. First, paisley wrap dresses. Second, knee length paisley wrap dresses. Third, lady on the go sneakers with a paisley wrap dress. There was not a single article of clothing on this woman that made sense. The leather jacket... Could have been decent if it weren't for the 1988 collar and tear on the right sleeve.

I can't help but take pity on this woman and assume someone shit on her heart. I envision her in 1988, in love and sporting her 'I have to lay down to zipper these' jeans while being the life of the party. She had a huge group of girlfriends to go shopping with, get nails done and gossip about what Tiffany wore to CBGB's. And then alone came the 90's when she got dumped and lost her will to live. Pick yourself up bitch, your Kmart blue light special look is effecting my day!