I have a confession to make—it's been 5 years since I last stepped into an office to sit behind the proverbial desk and work. I know, you think I'm weak, but I blame the short and stormy stint in advertising I had right out of college. I disliked the intrigues, despised my nosy boss, resented having to carry my cell phone around—yes,even to the bathroom—in case someone needed some urgent PowerPoint slides! It was all very, very bad.
I did, however, really like the clothes—the only silver lining in my otherwise slave-ish office environment. There was something about the pencil skirts, the sharp click of my heels, the structured silhouettes and the overall seriousness of my daily getup that turned me on. (And not only on the fashion level.) Strolling into my stuffy cubicle in yet another sharp, tailored ensemble made me feel, well, sharp. Efficient. And so very hot.
This strange affinity for foppish fashion is one of the reasons I'll be decidedly glued to the new season of Suits when it airs in 10 days. Suits is the perfect fashion fantasy—especially when it comes to the ladies' wardrobes. I can't get enough of sassy Donna, with her purple Roland Mouret shifts (and plunging cleavage!) or of beautiful Rachel Zane, in her toosh-tight pantsuits and crisp, preppy shirts. And don't even get me started on Jessica, the lioness of the office, always in white and cream, always clad in something so complicated and constructed, that even looking at it makes me physically uncomfortable. And those heels? Let those Amazons parade across that plush carpet!
They just ooze confidence, the kind of steely-eyed sass that leaves knees quivering between fear and lust.
I want their life! And yet, I so don't. Which of, course, makes Suits the ultimate TV show—all play, no pay.
Suits is so stylistically addictive, that after watching a couple of episodes you just might want to trade that cotton-comfy sundress for a mean designer jacket. With Rachel, Donna and Jessica as role models, you'll find yourself eyeing the otherwise blah displays at Banana Republic and imagining a career that includes sashaying around the office and tossing killer remarks to those poor interns.
If your a pajama-clad freelancer like some people I know, go ahead and bask in Suits' wicked, florescent light—you'll like the way you look.
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