Alright then. How about this little number (for the office Christmas party). See-through, with strategically placed foil pattern. (And abs to die for, mind you. Should be do-able before Friday. Of this week, that is).
… without an adolescent giggle?
Walking the streets of Paris, someone holding the umbrella for her, Mrs. Roitfeld. How does one arrange for that? If one is, say, completely mortal.
Natasha Poly styles by Emmanuelle Alt for Vogue Paris (some seasons old).
Alexander Wang Cape sandals. With fur, to keep your toes warm in those winter months.
Oy vey. A veritabel arm party (as made famous by The Man Repeller) if I ever saw one.
The long coveted Hermes Collier de Chien bracelet. And why not wear (buy) two?
Would it be over-the-top to wear this particular dress for the upcoming christmas dinner at the office?
Living through pangs of NYC nostalgia these days. The intensity seems to be growing proportionally with the shortening of the days in Denmark. Not too long ago I was standing at this look-out, trying to fathom the granularity of the world beneath my feet (literally).