A: Oh god! Go look at the Sart today.
source: The Sartorialist
M: Oh for FUCKS SAKE. Isn't it 9257 degrees in New York? Is that a peachy linen ROMPER? HATE. HATE HATE.
A: THE WOOL SWEATER WHAT THE HELL.
M: She deserves to perish from heat exhaustion.
A: There is NO EXCUSE for that outfit. Though I have to say, she doesn't look very happy.
M: She looks like she lost a bet.
A: "Ugh, FINE. I will wear the dumb sweater over my awesome romper. FOR ONE MINUTE."
M: "Oh godDAMMIT, is that a troll taking my photograph?"