Oh no, no it couldn't be!
We all have a few skeletons in our proverbial closet, and here's mine, which Andrea seems to have unearthed in a vintage clothing store.
What can I say - it was the 80s, I was living on the Lower East Side with this dancer chick who was trying to make a go of it on the punk scene. She wanted to shed her Midwest look and this peach was headed for the goodwill pile before I rescued it. Why she thought cone bras were an improvement over this, I'll never know, but I'd been trying to break into the accessory scene for a few years at that point to no avail myself. I often wondered what happened to her. Ok dancer, but not much of a voice. I wore it exactly once, on a blind date with this guy who painted cartoony graffiti figures. Turns out he was gay.
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