Wouldn’t it be cool if life looked as spicy, exotic and breathlessly carefree as this outfit? That’s what I was thinking too.

I’m in love with red, to the point where close family & friends can practically bet their child’s college fund on the probability of me wearing red at least twice a week, if not more so. They’d make a killing, I swear. Cheap jokes aside, I like red because it can mean just about anything, but my favorite color wakes up all the right emotions: feelings of power, of attraction, of femininity. This is a color not to be messed up.

I like that the shirt has the ruching where it counts — a shirt that sexy can’t dare go out in public without drawing attention!

Red and black share scary-perfect harmony here as well, but I’m biased: I’m a huge fan of black pants. My worst nightmare is my closet launching a massive coup and ruling the world, one pair of wide-legged palazzo pants at a time.

The outfit, the outfit, the mighty mighty outfit. Roar.

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