Of course Versace is tacky. Has always been (as far as I know). It conveys this very blimpish idea of being a Donnatella-lipped trophy wife, sipping your way-too-sweet and way-too-colourful cocktail at at a way-too-glittering bar in, let's say, Monaco or Palm Beach, while your sugar daddy is waiting for you to get drunk enough to do dirty things with him. This is maybe why the emanciapted, self-aware and critical woman of 2013 should wear Versace. It's an act of rebellion. You regain those fields your feminist predecessors had to reject. Everything is possible. Much better than all these modern and actually stylish dudes! Haha. Maybe this is bullshit. Maybe I'm just trying to find a good reason to justify my current crush on this tackiness. I'm going to get the Versace-inspired blouse from the Kleidere tomorrow.
And I am going to wear it every single day of the week!