I wore Kourtney Kardashian’s ‘naked dress’ out in freezing temperatures – men mobbed me and strangers took my photo

WHEN I stepped onto the streets of New York City in a $30 dupe of Kourtney Kardashian’s “naked dress,” my biggest concern was the weather.

But after wearing the NSWF dress in public, I was grateful for the freezing temperatures that helped me stay cool while being swarmed by strange men.

Instagram/Kourtney KardashianKourtney Kardashian’s ‘naked’ dress sparked controversy among her followers[/caption]

Hattie HayesMy Amazon knockoff was more popular – maybe thanks to the explicit details[/caption]

Let me back up. In an Instagram post, Kourtney Kardashian modeled a Renaissance-inspired Balmain illusion gown.

The full-coverage dress left Kourtney looking totally exposed, and responses from commenters were varied.

Those who disliked the dress really hated it, with some calling Kourtney “grotesque” and accusing her of “killing fashion.”

But others loved the look, and cheap alternatives surged in popularity – like the $30 version I got from Amazon.

On a freezing February day, I put the explicit dress to the test on the streets (and subways) of New York.

When you pay discount prices for a designer knockoff, you can’t expect every detail to be identical to the real deal.

But my cheap naked dress came with some…uh…interesting extras.

Like, for example, a smattering of simulated pubic hair in the printed design.

The dress also featured cartoonish, square feet (who asked for this?) that nearly destroyed the outfit’s sex appeal.

Luckily, the bodycon fabric rode up on my legs as I walked around the city, exposing layers of socks and pantyhose.

In the hour that I filmed, the temperature fluctuated between 19 and 26 degrees Fahrenheit (-7C to -3C). Thank goodness I had long sleeves.

From the moment I stepped outside, people were staring.

Hattie HayesThe dress caught people by surprise – like this woman, who laughed out loud[/caption]

While I checked my reflection in a window, people gawked at my ‘bare’ bodyHattie Hayes

I’ve seen my share of nudity in New York, but the graphic nature of this dress paired with the arctic temperatures garnered extra attention.

As I walked toward Bryant Park, I fell into step behind a group of tourists who had glimpsed my grand debut in front of our office.

They kept turning around to stare, and I noticed them trying to sneak photos of me.

Finally, I called out to them and offered to pose for a photo – if they agreed to speak with me about my look.

The designated delegate for the small party, Flavia, was wholly in favor of the dress, as long as I was the one wearing it.

Neither the Balmain dress nor my Amazon version would become a staple of her wardrobe anytime soon.

It was a novelty for her, not a fashion statement – and too “disturbing” for daily wear.

When I asked if she would ever wear the dress herself, she made sure to clarify: “Maybe, but just for fun.”

While I was out in the world, I felt at times like a celebrity – I’d never had so many strangers take my photo or ask for a selfie.

Standing at a street corner waiting for the signal to cross, a delivery driver pulled up to the intersection and gestured for my attention.

He leaned over to capture a selfie with me, before saying my outfit was “que linda” and speeding out of my life forever.

Hattie HayesPeople got out of the way when they saw me approach on the subway[/caption]

Hattie HayesNew Yorkers avoided eye contact but sneaked peeks behind my back[/caption]

Throughout the day, almost everyone I spoke to said they wouldn’t wear a naked dress.

Those who were willing to wear it said they’d only slip into a similar garment as part of a Halloween costume.

A small number of the people I spoke to drew me in with their own daring, colorful personal style.

Go figure – those are the same passersby who said they’d happily make the naked dress into a wardrobe staple.

On the subway, two people told me they’d be happy to wear the dress themselves.

I originally approached both of them because I loved their bright pink hair.

Another man standing on the subway platform in a cool pair of sneakers said he’d have no problem wearing an outfit like mine.

“Come on, man, life is short,” he said with a grin.

One of the only times I felt awkward or out-of-place was when I saw children.

Luckily, there aren’t a lot of elementary or middle school students in midtown Manhattan on a weekday afternoon.

Parents expertly stepped in front of their kids or redirected their attention, while I crossed my arms or positioned myself behind obstacles.

To get out of the cold, I rode the subway for a while. On the train, half of the passengers refused to make eye contact with me.

Others exclusively looked at my face – I presume they anticipated me to chastise them with “My eyes are up here!”

But once I was off the subway and wandering the surface streets, things took a turn.

Walking through a more congested part of midtown, men commented on the dress with every step I took.

A man named Jack said he loved the dress and asked for a photo with me – he wanted to show his wife.

Hattie HayesThe dress looked more explicit from some angles than others[/caption]

As he took the photo, he said: “My wife’s gonna kill me!”

He also said that, if he bought his wife a similar dress, she’d certainly wear it and would look stunning.

But a second later (maybe realizing he was on tape), he clarified that his wife would probably only wear something so risqué on Halloween.

While I was talking to Jack and another man outside some shops, a group of men surrounded us, their phones out.

All of them were taking my picture, clamoring over each other to beg me for a selfie.

A couple of strangers pawed at my hips and arms, trying to get the perfect photo.

And one of the men I’d spoken to – who had already taken a photo of me – approached again, his camera aimed directly at my chest.

He had no shame about stepping closer to try and get a detailed photo of my printed-on breasts.

Hattie HayesStrangers weren’t shy about taking photos, even as I conducted interviews[/caption]

In what felt like a matter of seconds, multiple men were suddenly broaching my personal bubble, all at once.

I put my best NYC survival skills to play and faked a time crunch as I backed away, smiling, waving, and very grateful for my practical sneakers.

When The U.S. Sun’s videographer and I broke out of the pack, we both breathed a huge sigh of relief and agreed it was time to go back to the office.

Funnily enough, the most uncomfortable I felt all day was when I returned to the office.

I didn’t mind doing faux full-frontal in front of strangers. But in front of my colleagues? That felt…icky.

As soon as I could, I clocked out and went home, desperate to escape without being forced into harassment policy compliance training.

Even though the naked dress sparked mixed reactions on the street, I’m glad I have it on hand and I’ll definitely be wearing it again.

But I’m going to wait until spring to bring it into heavy rotation – and it’s officially retired from my professional wardrobe.

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