I hate the word cleavage. My sister and I used to call our décolletage “Cleaveland, Ohio” in order to be a bit more discreet while still alerting the other to the protrusion of va-va-voom from her dress or top.
This look did not start out as focusing on the breasts, but after forgetting to put on my tank top underneath, it seemed that no matter what angle I chose, I was declaring my allegiance to the great city of Cleaveland.
OMG brand names!
Dress: Cubic Effect
Ankle boots: J’s