you might remember me saying that one of the reasons why i love prada is because of how she brilliantly straddles the thin line between good and bad taste. well case in point, who else can make me want to raid my best mate's closet who happens to be a radiation therapist and borrow her medical scrubs and go to town with it. it takes an extremely intelligent person to elevate the humility associated with a piece of clothing and make its potential and pragmatism so embarrassingly obvious that it kinda makes me want to put my head down in shame. but i will draw the line with those wrap-around, hyper reflective sunglasses. it looks like something brainless american jocks would wear to an afterhours.