If dressing like a milady is a crime, I plead guilty of it, but, so is being born in the wrong era. The feeling only grows stronger with the visual delight in shows like Downtown Abbey, Mad Men, Agent carter and a few more. I am one of those who admires vintage style, but, prefers a modern interpretation. My obsession for vintage fashion makes me feel that I don't belong here, would give up anything to get transported back to a place where dressing whimsical was a way of life.
This look started with my Burberry bag, poor thing has been collecting dust in my closet far too long, got extended to my fur cape(almost a shrug), then came the skirt and soon it took a turn that left me crushing over this look so much that I couldnt sleep for a week straight, cause I thought what if the weather becomes warmer and I look like a fool in fur. But, my good karma came to my rescue with a colder day and I pounced on it like a hungry tiger on meat. Though, I was shivering by the time we wrapped the shoot, but, least did I care. 'I did it', I said out loud to my inner diva.
The fur cape and the statement necklace are the lead attention gainers, the nude tone of my pleated petticoat style midi skirt(which was an oversized maxi dress originally, but, few changes before it settled for a high waisted skirt on me) paired up with a basic cropped spaghetti top just plays along. Have I mentioned the scarf yet? Darling, it was love at first sight. What a perfect color for indulging into light layering, as if the print wasn't an excuse enough.
Its very unlikely for you to not feel like a queen when all that power(read: Po-fur) is resting on your shoulders, be it faux!
