Going out in Lebanon is a fry cry from bar nights in New York City. We do not do the hobo-chic look, accompanying a raggedy muscle tee with high waisted shorts, preferably braless. We do not want people to think we rolled out of bed looking effortless; we want our audience to appreciate our efforts as we flaunt our over-the-top ensembles. The Lebanese, they love to look good, and have their own definition of what looks good and what doesn't. "Class", they call it.
I'm writing this post from my cheetah couch in the living room in which no one sits, with my torn up, high waisted shorts on, and a black leotard to accompany it. Sure, I like to play the role of those Lebanese babes on occasion, but it's just the surface. Ripped denim is at my core.
- Bebe top
- H&M purse
- Aldo heels