The Coveteur x Man Repeller

Miu Miu shoes, Balenciaga dress

When Erin, Stephanie and steamy ol'Jake popped by a couple weeks ago to have a slash n'thrash at my closet I almost OMFG'd in my pants. Instead though, I just peed. And shook my tail feather. Literally though because I was actually wearing a marabou vest and you may or may not learn more about this in The Coveteur's Behind the Scenes Tumblr in due time. Now without further ado, I proclaim the three most important words in the fashion lexicon, more important than "Anna said so," even. Today, ladies and penguins, I got Coveteur'd.

Proenza Schouler shoes

They came, they closeted, they conquered. I tried to lure the girls and Jake (the heterophotographer who takes all these photos) to stay over after shoot time with kosher for Passover macaroons. They weren't having it. Sensitive subject for me. 

 Anarchy Street blouse, Dallin Chase shorts, Valentino shoes

Ultimately though, what I want to tell you would just read redundant. I've already exhausted all my creative juice on creating commentary for these looks on TC. Funny the first time, yes. The second time? Washed out haggard blogger. So in case you haven't seen it in full, redirect your browser to The Coveteur to have a more extensive look at some of my wardrobe plus decently humorous commentary and sex pistols: clicky, clicky.

Kidding about the sex pistols, sorry.