The shirt is Country Suburbans, a ruffly top for the peacock print of the skirt without a label. I found the skirt at Bittersweet in Charlottesville, Virginia (the owner has a wonderful eye for vintage that she mixes into new pieces).
Plumes call for heels, and these are by L.A.M.B.
And even though you’ve told me you like to see my face, this blog is really all about the clothes; I like the the way the magenta comes forth in the fabric in the darkness—
I’ve been saving this one with a Saks Fifth Avenue label on a fabric of grey and electric pink from, I think, the ’60s.
To be more accurate, I would wear a low-slung belt; for now, it’s my usual empire waist. The vintage silver hoop earrings are from the same period.
Tonight, I’m going to an Underground Food Collective dinner in Brooklyn with friends that have traveled here for the occasion—Hot pink fabric and meats are this Friday night.
The label on this vintage dress (that I found at Williamsburg, Brooklyn’s infamous Beacon’s Closet) is “a Pomette,” which sounds like a girl group that might have been slightly out of touch with the groove of their decade.
My favorite parts of this dress are the big bow at the collar and the outrageous chartreuse in the pattern.
The first time I wore the dress, a man stopped me walking out of a Manhattan subway station to tell me he thought I looked incredible.
The compliment goes to the dress; it was one of my first oh-how-I-love-New-York moments.
I’m wearing leggings underneath (and a rose belt—looking for a purple belt to match the color in the fabric or a white belt for the spring), so it’s a little Flashdance at the ankles. I’m in a house full of dancers this week, though; what a feeling…
a chronicle of vintage dresses from kthread.
dedicated to my grandmother.
