Ah. To be as hip, as cool, as "with it" as these women in their gowns from Vogue 7148:
They don't merely walk. They slink. While your hair is sliding out of place and sticking to your skin, theirs remains perfect. Their champagne glasses are always filled. Witty bon mots and sly double entendres drop from their lips with ease.
Yeah, I hate them too. But I do love their outfits.
