The Twenties. Love.
I’ve always been an undercover flapper. The Twenties have become a slight preoccupation of mine. I love the clothes, music, furniture, interior design details, hair styles and the incessant presence of cigarettes. After watching an entire season of Boardwalk Empire and the movie Midnight in Paris, my obsession for everything vintage 20s has passed the point of healthy. I even live in a 1920s walk-up. It’s out of hand. How can you not love an era that was all about breaking with tradition, embracing pre-marital sex and the illegal production of booze?