It was 1966. I remember walking in the Scotch of St. James nightclub in London in a gold sequins dress. Imagine a discrete, decadent space with a winding staircase beneath the street. Hedonistic haven of music. Everybody was listening to this unusual American guy named Jimi Hendrix. Within minutes he whispered, "I think you're beautiful, along with that dress" in my ear. That night was very long. He wrote The Wind Cries Mary after me. I love you Jimi.
Size 6-8 Sequins material. Stretches.