I think I’ve been counting down to this collection for as long as the image of this dress has been floating around the Internet. Something about the dresses seemed so feminine while still maintaining the bad-ass Rodarte street cred and it made me more excited for a target collection than I have been since the McQ collection. I even woke up at 8 and got there almost as early as the store opened to ensure I had my pick of the goods.
Way to disappoint, target.
Actually I’m blaming this one on the Rodarte sisters since target has always catered to the fashion proletariat. The Proenza collection? Spot on. I had to limit how many Anna Sui dresses I got but for some reason this time around the designers seemed to forget this collection was meant for the masses, not 6’2” gazelle-esque creatures known as models. The aformentioned dress I’d been lusting after for months was more little Bo peep and less little queen j and not even the sequined leopard print dress could sway me.
In any case I left with a lace cardigan that looks like the love child of mr. Rogers and Tim Burton.
Yeah. Imagine that commitment ceremony.
