The pattern of this two-piece reminds me of a melted chocolate swirl. It’s fun; it’s flattering. And while decidedly groovy, its neutral palette keeps it from being over-the-top. The pants nip perfectly at the waist — tailored enough to feel structured, with the most subtle stretch and a bit of give for doing the simple things like sitting or breathing. The flare at the legs has an elongating effect, a cut echoed by the deep-but-not-too-deep cut of the top’s neckline.

I wore this to a cavernous club in an old belle époque mansion behind a parking warehouse in Mexico City. Though everyone was gorgeous in chic, shimmering outfits of all kinds, my set had me feeling like the coolest queen on the dance floor. SHOP NOW

Every ’70s queen needs a shearling. Though I love a witchy, fibrous sweeping hem and sleeve as much as the next gal, I wanted something a bit more Ramones and a bit less Stevie Nicks (I like my outerwear tough as nails, no matter the era I’m channeling). Enter the Moya V. Lined in a thick, almost bedding-like sheet of shearling under the most buttery layer of leather, this coat has an incredible weight to it. It’s hardy and made for the elements, with leather treated to be water-resistant. That means it can be worn through a bitter NYC snowstorm, then flung off with a thud upon entering a fabulous party. Its solid, sumptuous collar stands up on its own, framing the face with the dark drama of a rock-inspired Lady Dracula. SHOP NOW