As seen on: Rachel Zoe
The look is pure Zoe by way of Buckhead: a floor-skimming caftan-meets-gown moment in something that moves like liquid and weighs nothing, the kind of bias-cut whisper that announces a woman who has read the contract before sitting on the couch. Picture it on the reunion taping where NeNe and Kim were still pretending to be civil and Bravo was still pretending to seat them apart. It is glamorous, it is overdressed for folding chairs, it is doing the absolute most for a panel that ends in tears (as God intended).
You may wear this. You may not, however, wear it to brunch — that would be tragic, and we don’t do tragic before noon. Into the Vault →
