When I was young and fancied myself quite the little designer, I'd cut three holes in a trash bag, belt it, and prance about the living room until a wearied mother announced that it was definitely time for a nap. While the holy terror tendencies have subsided over the years, that same aesthetic is alive and kicking. Eternally attracted to high-gloss noir, this Marni top is reminiscent of those early trash-bag chef-d'oeuvres, and until now, had been sitting in the back of the closet for far too long, saving itself for that 'perfect occasion.' Well, newsflash. The perfect occasion doesn't actually exist. Or rather, it does, and it's right now. And a look like this requires prancing that goes far beyond just the living room.