From Clayton: Club Clothes for When You’re No Longer a Club Kid
Hysterical: the question, the venue, and the advice. Let’s propose alternative advice…
For her, Combat boots, black leotard, and a glitter face paint to stomp your feelings of boredom and debasement away; or
the lingerie that your husband never acknowledged, with sparkle sneakers to sprint into an alternative universe at least until Monday.
For him, just wear your fucking sports coat, you’ve never had any creativity, which is why you’re dumb enough to ask the Wall Street Journal how to dress to have fun.