There's something enticing about a nomadic life. The liberation from conformity and the celebration of a carefree spirit. Much like the halcyon days of the seventies. Freedom, peace and love baby. Woodstock too. It's no surprise that this era in time is my favorite. Not for the fashions but for what a good few souls cherished and believed. I'm overly smitten with this editorial. I feel like were I born in the 1950's and had my twenties to revel in the magic that was that era it would transpire exactly as depicted above. Decadently luxe faux furs, leather, legs and androgynous styles booties. Living out the back of an estate car, switching it up between a motorcycle and guitar. Possible nudity too.
Romanticism at its finest.
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