I mentioned the dirth of lace in my closet in the last post. The lack of exposure to frilly girly dresses during childhood has led to my feeling incredibly self-aware and uncomfortable, like an imposter, in lacey dresses, or dresses in general. Looking at Christoper Kane's collection, however, I am about to change my mind about lace. These pieces are more playful than princess-y. They look like dresses laundered by a careless owner who happened to have thrown them in the washer with neon underwear.