In Richmond, we wear JCrew. No, seriously! We do! You see, when we go to work at our Philip Morris headquarters, Genworth, Hunton & Williams, Southern States, etc., no one knows who the fuck Helmut Lang is. Or even Prada (gawd I KNOW Miuccia would spit twice into the Trevi fountain) or Gucci or Chloe or Marc Jacobs...you get it now, right? So we're used to khakis, barn jackets, and button-down oxfords. 'Member those days? Well, kiss them goodbye.
This piece of shit skinned from a cow's ass is $500. Heartfelt thanks to changing demographics, inflation, and a job that pays less per week than a flowered rayon dress from Cato.
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