On Wednesday, I had the great pleasure of attending Lucky Magazine's Summer Jam, a sweet little soiree for their "favorite bloggers". It was a great excuse to see friends, old & new, have fabulous cocktails and be "judged" by The Bumbys (more on them in a bit). Since I knew I was going to be judged and it was my last day in an office, at least for a little while, I had to go with an outfit that I knew worked well for me. Naturally, I selected one of my Michael Michael Kors maxi dresses. They can easily become dressy or ease into casual with the right accessories. I can't say enough good things about them!
The Bumbys are a best described as performance artists, aka judgement bandits, who sit behind electronic typewriters and produce "honest assessments of your style". They wear wigs, sunglasses and bandannas, so admittedly the experience can be intimidating until you receive your assessment. They are sharp, hilarious and my new obsession. I hope to run into them in the near future.
Outfit details:
Sunglasses: Tom Ford (I just can't stop!)
Necklace: A present from The Budget Babe
Watch: Michael Kors
Maxi dress: Michael Michael Kors
Envelope clutch: ASOS
Wedges: Torrid (no longer available)
Since The Bumbys were so honest with their style appraisal, I thought I'd be equally as honest & share their thoughts. The first critique I received was from Gill, the male Bumby. His assessment was as follows:
Your bag reminds me of a pillow, but you don't strike me as the kind of gal who takes impromptu naps. If I saw you wandering around in a Broadway theater I'd think you were the stage manager. Because you look like you're on top of your shit. Maybe the pillow bag is for union breaks? Nah. You run the world....no time for snoozing.
Average rating: 9.6
Clearly any man who thinks I run the world is alright by me. Next up was Jill and after observing her for a few assessments, hers seemed to be much more in depth. I was intimidated. I stepped in front of her typewriter and after much scrutiny, I was presented with:
You're larger than life. I think of you on the stage playing the great roles. Lady Macbeth and shit. When you cry, the guy in the back cries. Everybody cries. I love your insoussiant braid, I love the auburn hair, I love the Russian Red lip. I love the necklace made of bullets (?). I could sit down with you at a party and you would say something about science or medicine or an obscure hat designer in Paris and I would be forever transfixed. Get a platform and write a book, please.
Average rating: 9.0
If you ever see two people pounding away behind typewriters, shrouded by bandannas and chugging Red Bull, do not be afraid Go in front of them bravely and with a smile - you never know, you could be running the world, making men cry and shit. :)
Photo by Dina
