John Doe's Secret Style Diary - Entry 1: "I wore plaid with a leopard print shirt and I don't regret it"
- Read more about the plaid-leopard debacle
- See how it all went wrong
- Discover John's secret love of socks
It was a Tuesday, I think. I'm not entirely sure. All I know is that I woke up, got dressed, and walked out the door looking like a walking rainbow. My shirt was a lovely combination of plaid and leopard print, a true masterpiece of fashion disaster. My pants were a deep, foreboding black that seemed to suck the light out of the room. And my shoes? Ah, my shoes were a bright, electric blue that seemed to glow in the dark like a beacon of sanity.
I was going to work that day, or so I claim, but little did I know, my coworkers were secretly taking bets on how long it would take for me to get a job offer from that new "Fashion Police" show on TV. Little did I know, my style was so ahead of the curve...