By now it should be no surprise to you that I have an unusual, some may say unhealthy, obsession with neon. That is, you know, if you read my blog outside the confines of these Refinery29 installments. Blame it on Jil Sander, Christopher Kane, Lisa Frank...whatever, the fact of the matter is, I want to be a human tennis ball. And so, a human tennis ball I shall be.
The whole thought-process got me thinking, what better way to celebrate my strange tendencies than by dissecting the coveted trend in terms of my alias, by asking the question: Is it a repeller or a propeller? Let's test the dress three ways.