Your name may not be Cinderella but what the hell should stop you from your First Amendment rights. You know those rights: Thou shalt dress as a Disney Princess whenever thou feelest the urgest to. Alright, I get it. That’s not the First Amendment. But hey, in a perfect world, it would be. A margarita-fueled evening last night à ludicrous conversation with my friend Cara – ok: not that Cara - that life would be ten times better if chicks dressed up in pink, frothy, and ridiculously-impractical dresses. Think of the hilarity. A peach Oscar de la Renta satin ball gown while waiting in line for Chipotle. A lust-worthy bubble-gum pink and beguilingly-bejeweled Dior gown for a midday jaunt to Barnes & Nobles in Union Square to pick-up a copy of Meg Wolitzer’s The Interestings (who needs clickable Amazon purchases when you can be the belle of the ball at 2 p.m. with a simple strut over to good ole’ B&N?).
Alright, but back to reeeeeality. I get it. Disney Princess dressing is not in the stars for you for now. But that should not stop you from rocking the hell out of this micro-mini Alice & Olivia lace number. It’s a Disney Princess look if said princess came by way of the urine-odored, peasant-infested urban city streets (man, if only there were some movie that explored that irony!). Give Disney a run for the money with edgy elements mixed in to the lewk. An Edie Parker glitter-spackled clutch and ethereally-elegant Manolo heels with some kind of exploding silver swan shit at the toe will give you an outfit less Disney, more dope. Shop this Outfix below: