As seen on: Natalie Fuller
It’s a structured floral bustier dress — boned through the bodice (you can feel the stays press in when you sit, which you won’t, because dresses like this require standing and adjudicating), with a flared skirt that moves like it has opinions. Natalie wore her variation of this energy through every Atlanta sidebar where someone’s marriage was being autopsied over rosé. Three things it does well: it photographs, it intimidates the seated, and it ruins the woman across the table who wore separates (she thought she was being playful).
Permission granted, darling — wear it to the lunch where you plan to end something. The florals are doing diplomacy so your face doesn’t have to. Into the Vault →

