My roommate and unofficial DVF Experiment Creative Director Amy also owns a black wrap dress. It is not a DVF. She has always been skeptical about my assertion that my wrap dress would outperform hers in the field. So we put it to the test tonight in a wrap off at the Cantab Lounge in Cambridge.
The Cantab is best described as the only bar in Cambridge where you can chat up a Harvard Law student, but where a resident of the local YMCA could also conceivably buy you a beer. It was the perfect place for a wrap dress thrown-down.
Amy's wrap cuts an intimidating form - it drapes nicely, it has a flattering capped sleeve - but it doesn't have the staying power of the DVF. After only a modest mount of dancing, her wrap started to gape in front. Mine stayed put - impressive, since for better or worse, I tend to use a lot of shoulder while dancing. (Even more impressive is the fact that it has more or less held its shape, 29 days in.)
So while Amy's knockoff is pretty to look at, I wouldn't want to get caught dancing in it. Better luck next time, poor imitation of the DVF.