I'm a huge fan of 'the Mac'. And I don't care if you think they're tacky, or soft rock, or MOR. I adore Stevie Nicks, I'm fascinated by the strange murky wife swapping 'chain' stories. It's utterly female music - Rumours was the album my Mum put on when she was a little sad and a little drunk.
But I still adore them. It's so earnest, so lovely, so tortured. It's 'I'm at home by myself, I might drink some white wine with ice in it and hang out in my undies' music. Well, it is for me.
Don't Stop Thinking About Tomorrow. Sarah. Rhiannon. Gold Dust Woman. Landslide.
Refinery29.com just did a little thing about how Stevie Nicks fashion is hitting the mainstream - crochet, soft focus, bell sleeves, diaphanous chiffon, witchy, gauzy ponchos. The pictures are above.
I do, however, draw the line at 'Oh Daddy'. Ew.
