I want to develop this look again this winter, but with less poofy tulle and more semi-futuristic, sleek elements. Shiny black legs, silver sequin jackets. With turbans and moth-eaten cashmere. Deconstructed tweed jackets and 1930’s silk slips, mixed with patent boots and mirrored glasses.
These Repetto shoes would be perfect if only my little size 37 feet would grow!
The idea is that the look involves pieces that connote old world glamour, while also looking like you pulled them from an estate sale, a clothing swap, or from outside your nearest Vinnies bin.
I may find a use for all of those beaded flapper-esque ivory dresses I bought when I was 17, after all! I’ll play a little dress-ups with this look & my (vast) wardrobe later on, when I have some time that is all mine (!) but until then, here are a couple of Polyvore pretties:
I'd love to paint in these all day, until I feel hazy from the fumes, and go and buy some Czech pilsners and take them to a public garden with a few fellow Ponies and some balloons (and possibly some blankets to rug up in). I would occasionally do the Charleston along the way to break up the monotony of walking.