My apologies for the late edition of the worst-dressed poll. I had the post ready to go yesterday, but the images weren’t embedding. What good is a fashion face-off without images? My descriptive powers only go so far.

Distressingly, all of today’s nominees are my compatriots. How can this be? Are we really that fashion-challenged? Or could it be that spectacular failure is the risk that accompanies bold and innovative thinking, and that fearlessly embracing that risk is what exemplifies the best of the American spirit?

Yeah, let’s go with that.

Now, quick, before the images stop embedding again, let’s vote for the worst dressed boldest and most innovative player at the French. Continue reading “Friday Fashion Face-off: Worst Dressed at the 2021 French Open” →