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I have something to confess. I’m one of those millennials who lives in a constant state of manufactured nostalgia for an era I was not alive to witness. I listen to Herman’s Hermits, wear plastic go-go boots, and say “boogie” non-ironically. I blame my father’s vast record collection and my mother’s vintage clothing business for my anachronistic aesthetic. But as it is- I thrive within it. And so, I was overjoyed to recently find in my mother’s collection a pink 1960s swing dress by designer Tiger Morse.

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