The Oscar de la Renta Fall collection was old-fashioned, ladylike and unabashedly glamorous. I don’t know what life it was designed for, but I want to go to there…
Ya know what? I take it back: I know exactly what this collection reminds me of. Like in a romance novel by an older author – say, Judith McNaught – whose 20-something characters all inhabit some timeless luxe world somewhere between Dynasty and Talbot’s.
At times, these looked worthy of Oleg Cassini – or at least a woman who would have patronized him!
Dig Agyness as 70-something patron of the arts!
Mrs. Obama, may I draw your attention this way?