The Dangerous Type

To celebrate a recent promotion at my work-work - I refer to it as that because blog-work is work too - G took me out for a really gorgeous dinner last night at a local restaurant that we both love. Because of my half-Italian heritage I have a really difficult time complimenting the cooking of Italian food by anyone other than my nana, but I will nonetheless concede to the fact that both the food and the wine list at this particular restaurant are awesomely out of this world.

G looked really dapper in dark wash denim, loafers sans socks, a charcoal blazer and a white t-shirt (G's take on men's fashion is that it's all about hair and shoes...of which his are admittedly respectively awesome), so I decided to slightly 'match' myself to his look in that I went pretty basic with one of my best-fitting little black dresses, patent pumps and minimal accessories. I suppose it's not entirely matchy or anything, but at least I attempted to not go crazy bohemian-fringe-grunge-whatever.While digesting and continuing to be winos we watched a film which is one of my favourite guilty pleasures ever: The Craft. Hell to the yes, I really couldn't care less what anyone says about it because that movie rocks, and looking back on it now has some pretty decent fashion in it as well. I remember my 14 year old self wanting so badly to be a part of an awesome little witch clique, and after watching it last night realize I still wouldn't mind that. Well, without the killing people and sharks and causing general mayhem part, obviously. One could even speculate that last night's photos were inspired by the film, as I really do look kind of witchy and evil...though I must say I fancy myself to be more of a Robin Tunney than a Faruza Balk.

Wearing

Dress: Zara

Shoes: Aldo, from ages ago