So last week I saw Sofia Richie everywhere on my feed, right? Total style takeover. Decided to try copying her top model looks myself. Figured, how hard could it be? Spoiler alert: harder than I thought.
The Inspiration Stage
First thing I did was binge-scroll Sofia’s pics online. Like, a lot. Her vibe is crazy effortless – flowy dresses, oversized blazers, tiny little bags. All neutrals, mostly. Think:
- Giant beige blazer with basically nothing under it
- Silky slip dress that looks like pajamas but costs a fortune
- Perfectly messed-up hair and sunglasses indoors
- Gold jewelry stacked everywhere
I pulled out clothes I thought matched. My “beige blazer” is actually my boyfriend’s old corduroy jacket that smells faintly of stale coffee. Close enough, yeah?
The Execution Disaster
Step two involved actually putting it together. Grabbed a simple black tank top for the blazer look. Tried the blazer half-off-the-shoulders thing Sofia does constantly. Looked like the shoulder pad was trying to escape. Fixed it, only for the whole damn jacket to slide down my arms if I breathed too hard. Wore it anyway.
Tried the slip dress next. Found a rumpled satin nightie at the back of my closet. Ironed it for like twenty minutes. Still looked like I slept in a ditch. Wore it with big gold hoops I got at the mall sale. Felt fancy for a minute, then realized I just looked ready for bed.
Then the hair. Her hair looks gorgeously undone. Mine just looked… undone. Piled it messily on my head. Few strategic strands out. Looked like I gave up halfway. Stuck on huge sunglasses indoors, even though it was cloudy. My cat gave me side-eye.
The Reality Check
Here’s where it all went sideways. Took some mirror selfies. Big mistake. The beige blazer made me look like a deflated marshmallow. The slip dress clung in ALL the wrong places, and suddenly I had a muffin top I swear wasn’t there before. The messy hair looked like I fought a vacuum cleaner. And the indoor sunglasses? Felt ridiculous the second I saw myself.
Still, stupidly confident, wore the blazer look to grab coffee. Sweat started dripping under that thick corduroy after five minutes. Saw my reflection in the cafe window – looked like I got dressed in the dark during a power outage. Tried that cool Sofia walk? Tripped over a sidewalk crack. Goddamn thing.
Took the slip dress for a spin later. Felt every single breeze. Like, everywhere. Spent the whole time tugging at the hem. My nephew hugged me and the fabric wrinkled instantly. He also barfed on the shoulder. Sofia would never.
Wasted like three hours total. My neck hurt from all the jewelry. Found out later that simple gold necklace? Left a faint green line around my neck. Perfect. Felt like a kid playing dress-up, honestly. Even my dog seemed confused by the whole mess.