Lindsay Lohan likes to test us.
Right now, we're willing to bet you're scoffing at this picture. Fancying yourself a sartorial aesthete and a bit of a dandy, you feel superior when you look at Lindsay's fashion choice. An amorphous, gunny sack-like tunic in a fetching shade of "corpse lips" with a stretched out, saggy hem? Surely, you're thinking, Lindsay is drunk, or high, or has a high fever rendering her temporarily weakened in the brain. Why else would a young girl so lovely of face and form ruin herself by donning such a dumpy ensemble? What you don't know is that Lindsay is a top secret fashion super genius. And after the cut, you'll see why.
Oh shit! Blammo!
Pow! Ungh! Socked in the face!
Shapeless and stretched out leads to saggy armholes leads to full on slippage of pendulous, speckled sweaterbeets and a brief whiff of panty-coated firecrotch. It's a miracle of construction and fabric engineering! We've not seen this much side boobage since the great Car Show Unveiling of March 2006 and we've not seen such an impressive swatch of upskirt action since . . . well, since last week. Egotastic has roughly 11,350 more pictures (via SplashMedia and X17), some high-res, depicting alternate angles and poses. You'll be poring through them like it was 1964 and your name was District Attorney Jim Garrison, unearthing a conspiracy. A sexy, sexy, sexy conspiracy involving boobs plotting against wool-cashmere blend. And winning.
Lindsay is at MrSkin.com. Believe it.
Lohan's Breasts Vs. the Sweaterdress
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