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Vintage Christmas Party Dresses


(Credits: Images via vi.sualize.us and weheartit, content/topic provided by Joe Browns, content/editorial review by Bella Harris)

With the arrival of every season, fashion retailers are quick at the draw to reveal their exciting new collections and most coveted items, especially with the approaching gift-giving spirit and Christmas carnival. Seasonal reds, greens, and classic black and white remain a holiday constant, as do runway-worthy pieces carrying over from previous seasons. This year, a few winter favorite must-haves include jewel tones, cozy knits, crushed velvets, tailored wearability, over-sized coats, and of course, the beloved knee boot. And while many fads may come and go, finding quick extinction to another's lasting presence, one consistently recurring craze remains the quintessential vintage party dress.

We’ve managed to go from rejecting and neglecting old styles and desperately trying to reinvent our own, to the sudden realization and unprecedented genius of historical apparel. We've watched and learned vintage and retro become iconic mainstays within the fashion industry, as the celebratory comeback of maxis, Victorian lace frocks, layered tulle, and floor-length pleats leave us breathless with fashion wanderlust.

One particularly well-known vintage brand is Joe Browns. Long established as a reliable catalog retailer, currently most sales are now made online at www.joebrowns.co.uk. Their new women's and menswear Christmas collections feature some of the latest winter trends, as well as a “New for Christmas” section showcasing gorgeous vintage dresses! So whether you want to make an entrance in shades of vibrant red or deep green, the Joe Browns Christmas range is a good place to look.

Comments

These are so beautiful, so chic.
i love the 2 pic!
so cute
xx cris
Alex said…
Haunting! And I just saw the love note post. :D I love you, baby!
gjo said…
allison harvard! <3

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