
As seen on: Rachel Zoe
Crisp white lace, button-front, floor-grazing — the kind of skirt that announces a woman who has opinions about Mykonos. It moves with that papery rustle good lace makes, the sound of someone arriving twenty minutes late to brunch and unbothered about it. Think NeNe in the early seasons, when the wardrobe was still negotiating with the personality. This skirt would have sat that fight out entirely, sipping rosé in the corner with Kandi.
Permission granted, darling — pair it with a tan and a tax problem. Into the Vault →
