The Great Daniela.

The holidays are here, or as I like to call it, biopic and war movie season. What is it about cold weather and the early twentieth century that makes them such an ideal pair? It appears to me that no other partner will do. I mean, Baz Luhrmann dropped Leo DiCaprio into the middle of summer with an epic based on the premier novel of the 1920s , and the most people seemed to care about were the GIF opportunities the film presented to them. Which are superb, don't misunderstand me. 

But there was so much of the movie to appreciate. Was it blown out of proportion and maybe didn't exactly do literary justice to F. Scott Fitzgerald? Sure, but forget him: the costumes were INCREDIBLE. So much beading, so many sequins and feathers! Fringe! How could one not leave the theater in ecstasy of such beautiful decadence?

Anyway, my point is that a few winters ago I watched something sepia toned and then proceeded to buy a sparkly feather hair clip reminiscent of something out of The Great Gatsby, and I'm still trying to figure out how to wear it without someone asking why I'm trying to balance a sequined plate on my head.

Hand-me-down jacket.

Zara jeans that I rolled up approximately five times because I prefer to not hem anything properly.

BCBG heels.

Anthropologie hair clip. Of course it is.