Once upon a time, there was a little girl who, from a very young age, was allowed to make her own clothing choices.
Why? Because she knew what she was doing.
That, if you can’t tell, is: a white baby doll tank over a white long-sleeve, with skater-punk touque, flared faded jeans and Airwalk runners. My little Betty *coo*.
That’s the same jeans and shoes, with a faded tie-dye dress and sequined butterfly zip hoody. She rocked the ensembles, what else can I say?
But then, a monster was created and she went a little too Chloe Sevigny.
I give you:
What. The. Fuck.
