I’ve been very vocal of my newfangled obsession with the 70s. Perhaps it’s because my favourite reference decade is the 90s, which is based on the 70s (which, I admit, is based on the 40s, but we can happily stop here in light of Valerie Steele’s absence) or perhaps I’m so inundated with 60s and 80s references - and god knows the 50s are overtly pretty for my taste - that I’m left historically pigeonholed. In either case, this post is sounding far too much like a testimonial for postmodern theory, so let’s move forward. Wear a flared trouser (This is where the above rhetoric comes in. And yes, I know, you’re scared. I understand. We’ll get through the reconciliation with this jean soon enough. It will forgive you.) with a casual long-sleeve T under a boxy, oversized James Perse. Gladiator-lite heels provide a rythmic stomp as you check off your list of errands and a Paris (I couldn’t find one that read: Rue Saint-Honore) necklace lets everyone know where you should be wearing this.


i dont like the bellbottoms, but everything else is nice.
The Nine West heels are absolutely lovely.
I like the way you think- Sick.of.the.eighties. I think people might be a little to fond.