Monte Carlo

I love F. Scott Fitzgerald.  My favorite of his novels is “Tender Is the Night”, which takes place on the French Riviera in the late 1920s, and chronicles the tragic romance between the innocent young American actress Rosemary Hoyt and the glamourous American couple Dick and Nicole Diver.

There’s something so enchanting about the French Riviera in the ‘20s.  Imagine sun-bathing all day, coming home for a quick nap, getting dressed up in a floor-length chiffon gown made for a goddess, and having glamourous dinner parties with full orchestras, ice sculptures, a palm-edged dance floor, devastatingly handsome men in three-piece suits, and slightly bored-looking women, in dresses that go on for miles, sipping fizzy cocktails.  The lights of Monaco could barely compete with the glittering crowd.

I’m sure it would be just as glamourous in the winter:

Monte Carlo is the height of glitz and decadence, in an utterly refined way.  I think it perfectly sums up this collection:


And I could definitely see Nicole Diver wearing it as she’s lazily led across the dance floor by Dick, Rosemary looking on in awe…