My older sister sent me the link to this MaxMara dress on Sunday afternoon, and I keep returning to pine after it. I keep envisioning some yacht party, with large circular tortoise shell frames, or perhaps a lady-only tea. At a gasp-worthy 795$, for the funemployed of us, I will not be fleeting and fleeing around in this luscious number any time soon. It could be potentially rewarding, or forever exhausting and exasperating, to attempt to find a bargain version of this dress, which somehow maintains the simple and luxurious Italian elegance.
Oscillating wildly between the Smiths and Steely Dan is making for a rather tumultuous evening; perhaps it is time to just slip on some jazz and crawl into bed to read. The filmmaker lent me some collections of John Ashbery, I have a feeling he will not offer the ease and comfort I seek.
(image taken from Saks Fifth Avenue)