Bruges is the quintessential medieval city you see in movies or perhaps imagine from pictures. It is so historically perfect; in fact, the United Nations has claimed it a World Heritage Site. Small brick houses, painted in shades of primary colors, adorned in brown trimming and Belgian crests, line cobblestone streets nestled around quaint moats with swan families swimming through. A small river lines the outskirts of the town. Two imposing windmills -- constructed in the fifteenth century -- stand nearly motionless, physically and in time. The city center boasts gothic structures with stone gargoyles and ornate, faded stained glass windows. Inside the church-transformed-museums it smells of moist chalk, like the scent of dense vintage shops. This little city is so special. My medieval muse.
This is the third appearance of this Reformation dress on Nine Lives. Here I am wearing it with two of my favorite purchases from Paris, Robert Clergerie flatforms and a Gerard Darel renaissance-esque blouse.