Skirt: thrifted (Guy Laroche)
After braving Peek & Cloppenburg the day before yesterday and forking out for a couple of new items, I returned to thrifting today and found these classic pieces. Why is it that preloved things seem so much more precious than anything new? Could it be akin to preferring vintage wine, old cars, or a stuffed animal that is grubby and falling apart from cuddling? Hm.
In the store, I was struck by the cover art on this record:
Has anyone ever heard of this band?