Meet Vixen Vic, my alter ego.
Last week I went to Las Vegas and committed the greatest cardinal sin of all: I didn’t pack enough accessories!
Specifically, I was missing a belt. I know what you’re thinking: after a couple of drinks and dancing to loud music in dimly lit clubs until sunrise, does anyone really care? I do.
Call me a prude if you may, but I am no friend to Vegas attire; dressing in as little as possible has never been my forte.
However, shopping in my closet yielded an appropriate solution: black short shorts (hey it’s just like running shorts right?) and a sheer black top (the chest pocket placement is not an accident). Add a dash of glitz, gold, and vintage – you’ve hit the jackpot in the city of sin. Oh craps, I should’ve worn a necklace. Send another gin and tonic to me at the penny slots please!
My favorite detail in this outfit: the filigree-like loopy 1960s gold earrings that I scored at a vintage market in Toronto.
I returned home with no photographic evidence of my trip there, because as we all know, “whatever happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.” Enough said.
Vixen Vic vs. Chic Vic – readers, what do you think?
Silence & Noise blouse (options here & here) / Silence & Noise shorts (options here & here) Nine West Rocha Pumps / vintage earrings (options here & here) / vintage belt (similar)