Step into a time machine. We drank martinis and cosmopolitans inside a bank vault. The room was filled with books, glass, candles and white couches. It had the air of John Dillinger women and the fragrance of a Chicago night in 1922. Every girl looked like a Bonnie, not a lot of Clyde's to be seen though. The numbers on the boxes covered the walls. Wondering who slipped what where, so very long ago. Now it was a back room for sipping in the dark. There is something magical about slipping into the past and playing pretend on a cold winter night.
stud shorts by H&M
hat by Nastygal
fur jacket by Moira Noree
black crop top by Nastygal
special appearance by blogger, The Worn Out