Last weekend, I took a short trip to the UK for a dear friend's wedding. While I was only there for a few days, I made sure to stop by COS in London, simply because it's the best high street store in existence. (That is, if you're over 25 and now look absurd in too-trendy Topshop wares.)
I scored with a sheer, greenish-blue button-up, which I wore yesterday to the YSL show with high-waisted black pants and a pair of Heavy Machine heels. Oh, and a black bra, which shone quite clearly through the translucent top.
When I met up with my fiance for food, he kind of chuckled when he noticed that my bra could be pretty easily discerned by other diners in the restaurant. While he was more bemused than anything, he did think it was hilarious that I was cool with showing it off.
Clearly, sheer is huge this summer. And the fact that it's gotten very hot, very fast here in New York makes it even easier to justify. Just the other day, we were gifted with some sheer pieces from American Apparel, and both Steff and I liked them. Particularly the long chiffon skirt in cobalt blue, which she threw on immediately, and minty green sleeveless button down, which I threw on immediately.
AA also sent us a nude bodysuit to accompany the skirt, so Steff tried that on as well. It looked great, but we both giggled for a while when we realized that, without leggings or even short-shorts, it looked like Steff didn't have on anything underneath.
These experiments in sheer lead us to wonder: We've tested our boundaries, but what about yours? How transparent will you go?