Lately I just want to dress like a socialite from the 50’s (see Zac below). I don’t know if it’s all those past lives I spent drinking with the best of them in Monte Carlo finally catching up with me or the Mad Men and Pan Am nostalgia train has finally run me over but I’m dying over anything prim, tailored and screaming of repressed emotion and dirty sex behind closed doors. LOVE these Fendi looks from pre fall 2012, the bag on the right has my name all over it. More prim & proper below…
