
As seen on: Alicia Carmody
White, ruffled, floral in that papery embossed way that catches Buckhead light at a flattering tilt — Alicia Carmody understood the assignment, which is to look like brunch and behave like a press release. The skirt rustles when you cross a room, which is the Atlanta version of an entrance (Kim Zolciak built a career on less). It is the dress you wear when you’ve heard a rumor and intend to confirm it over rosé, the dress you wear to a baby shower you’re secretly judging, the dress you wear when your husband’s name is trending and you’d like it to stop.
Permission granted, with one note: do not sit next to anyone in beige, you’ll erase them. Into the Vault →
