God I love Haute Hippie. This is the Ostrich Mini Skirt. It’s made of 100% domesticated rooster feathers. Is an ostrich a rooster? Is it me or them? Well, at least it’s fierce.
Haute Hippie takes trendy bohemian garments and adds a luxurious twist. Inspired by the lifestyle of glamorous global nomads, the collection of boho loungewear includes styles perfect for layering that can be worn as inner or outerwear, and still maintain a chic, sexy fit.
I couldn’t have said it better, could you?
Disgusting.
I think it suggests Sarah Palin’s husband Todd made this in an effort to save their marriage!
Yet another great news for bald ostrich/rooster?
You left out that is costs $495!!
“Haute Hippie”– Spread the love, the wealth, the fierceness…YAWN.
I wish we could get back the days when only fashion people were fashionable and everybody else used their own ingenuity to dress.
I’m wearing sweatpants made of emu feathers. That’s way more fashionable. Gets me a lot of “dates” with dogs. Sort of a human fire hydrant thing. Now that’s a marketing strategy!
I yearn to be a “glamorous global nomad” who wears her innerwear as outerwear.
So…as I age and become more decrepit, wearing my undergarments over my clothes or without any clothes at all, will that make me a “glamorous global nomad” or just bat-shit crazy? Nothing would make me happier than to be the former and belong to this very…uhm…elite & exciting group. However, being the latter has many more benefits, IMHO.
Is it really called Haute Hippie? Seriously? Man, I gotta brush up on my fashion.
I just see the glamorous global nomad sitting down and getting up with cats hanging all over this. Or do global nomads even have cats? Well, ferrets, then, or capuchin monkeys. At least fleas.
I must admit that I find this skirt really beautiful, just to me, it´s not hippie-like – it rather reminds me of 1920s/30s-showgirl-glamour-josephine baker (I know, I know, she was wearing bananas).
But then again, I also like studs, stripper shoes & shredded skinnies 😉
Still (or maybe because of this) I love it, when you make fun of bloggers´use of language. I hope you´ll write again about Rumi, or rocking some smitten monkey-ostrich-studded-shredded-tragic-boyfriend-jeans.
As always: sorry for my poor command of English & hello from Vienna