To set the scene, I was dished up and feeling pretty sweet in this 1960s lilac sheath dress:
And then in glided (glid?) Carla. She was wearing this dress from her Autumn/ Winter 2011 collection:
It is a singular type of woman who, in her late-sixties can dress in such a way, that the only appropriate reaction is, 'dayum son'. And so -can you blame me- I began to feel a little fuddy-duddy standing next to this woman who put the you-know-what in sexagenarian. Her whole look brought to mind the dangerous glamour of Michelle Pfeiffer's Elvira in Scarface.
And then, all in a flash I remembered a 1976 Sydney Morning Herald article I had come across while researching an essay on Australian fashion of the era: