Logical that, if the ear is the new erogenous zone, then the shoulder, and from there, the arm, must follow. Here, see how designers are showcasing the area from glenohumeral joint to wrist. Caution: You will want a leg o' mutton after.
Pretty, pretty princess or linebacker? The Mulleavys ask: Why not both?
Perfect for secreting your lap dogs onto the subway without putting them in a bag.
You're hot then you're cold. Then you're hot, but that's what the sleeveless side is for.
Henry VIII meets fencing meets a straitjacket = my new aesthetic.
The Fred Perry polo on acid.
Trench? The Abominable Bride? We'll take it all.
So romantic, that looseness from the elbow down.
Mega—in more ways than one.
Brocade puff sleeves Frankenstein-ed onto a classic trench.
Love co-ords. Love voluminous bracelet sleeves even more.
If "dancing" for you is code for "I can only move one half of my body at a time," these tiered ruffles and a decent shoulder shimmy are the answer to all your problems.
No soup or sauces when you're wearing this one, that's for sure.
So great for sneaking contraband Haribo gummy bears into the theater, no?
A little sculptural, a little labial, though I might be projecting.
Then we've got the queen of interesting sleeve work, Kym Ellery, coming in with the pom-pom ponytail of shirts. <3