I’m not sure how it happened, but yesterday morning I unintentionally slipped into what looks like a 70s theme party costume. A stand out fur jacket and plaid, drop-waist dress both nod to the era, not to mention the bold eyebrows and middle part (or butt crack part, as my brother so lovingly calls it). Hopefully it’s reading more American Hustle than Veronica Corningstone, but either way let’s get groovy, baby.
Zara Dress, Maximilian Coat, Plomo Booties, Kelly Wearstler Necklace, Buxom Lipstick in Menace
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