Either she likes this dress or she's trying to figure out how to get at the owl necklace.Dress vintage, sweater Ruehl, necklace vintage, shoes Dolce Vita.
This is what happens when tubby Cochino bumps the camera. Not her best angle.
Close up of the owl necklace from Belle Cose in SF. Love the articulated "feathers."
Belle Cose was one of my favorite stores on Polk Street in SF. It was combined with Molte Cose, which had stuff for guys, and both made you feel like you were wandering around that cool old lady at the end of the block's house. There were vintage things cluttered with new, kitchy things (mostly good, though sometimes they were too obviously new and cheesy)--soaps (new!), jewelry (all vintage), napkins, plates, purses, and random housewares in the first room, which was moderated by a grey-haired woman, who was always seated at a desk and who instructed like clockwork in a calming, nurse-like voice upon your reaching a certain point in the store to "go ahead and open the jewelry case if there's something you'd like to see."
(Once she told me how she was angry about a store with a similar aesthetic that opened not too far from Belle Cose that decided to call themselves "Cose Belle." Something about "bad karma" she said. The ersatz store has since closed. The grey-haired lady rules.)
Anyway, from the first room, you wandered to the men's store in the middle room, and then finally to that fancy old neighbor lady's boudoir, where they carried Only Hearts, Eberjey, Jeffrey Campbell and Seychelles shoes, and assorted vintage slips and baubles. Love that you have to walk through the men's store to get to the room of unmentionables. (Well, there are separate entrances on the street to each room, but I think you _should_ have to walk through the men's room to get to the boudoir. It just makes it feel that much more feminine.
