It’s impossible to tell I’m in Vegas from the generic hotel room and my business conservative outfit. My room does have a creepy artwork of a showgirl’s eyes.
I’m in Las Vegas to present a seminar on a serious topic, so I’m dressed like a serious speaker. I’m amused that Sin City is the location for a training on workplace harassment. I kept my amusement to myself and dressed and behaved conservatively.
Jacket, Odds ‘n Evens (thrifted). Dress, Diane von Furstenberg (consignment). Shoes, Isaac Mizrahi. Earrings, Jack E Oh NYC.
If Vegas is showgirls with tall headdresses and rhinestone bras, then I am the opposite with flat hair (courtesy of yesterday’s hat) and boob concealment.