I have a vivid and wild imagination, and as such, in my mind, I often adopt various personas leagues away from my own (happy) reality. Victoria’s Secret supermodel, for example. In fact, if I may digress, I used to think of Alessandra Ambrosio as my spirit animal and whenever I had to walk a red carpet in front of (hoped for) camera flashes, I’d think, “How would Alessandra handle this?”. And then I would try, and miserably fail, to emulate her apparent unwavering confidence. A more realistic (in my imagining) role for me is that of superhero a la The Avengers. Oh how I long to kick bad-guy butt like Black Widow. As such, I’d probably have occasion to wear a dress like this one from Bohemian Society. Sweetly unassuming but with a decided edge that says, “Don’t underestimate me.” Now all I have to do is master the art of Wushu fighting and we’re all set. No biggie.