Monica here, my darlings β Volume 10 of our Thursday ritual! Ten weeks. Thirty cars. Thirty skirts. Not one repeat β my closet and my paddock are both cleaner than my browser history. π
This week we go old-school where it counts: engines that breathe. No turbos, no superchargers on these three β just pistons inhaling atmosphere and screaming for more. The most extreme naturally-aspirated V12 ever bolted into a road car, a fan-car from a designer who solved downforce with plumbing, and the V10 that made an entire generation weak. And the skirts? Racing tartan, suede fringe, and scarlet latex β three fabrics this series has never touched. Take a deep breath, darlings. So do the engines. ππ¨
Outfit: Racing-green tartan plaid wool mini skirt with ruby & gold overcheck Β· Fitted black cropped turtleneck Β· Sheer black tights Β· Black strappy stilettos Β· Small gold hoops Β· Vintage gold watch Β· Soft glossy waves
Golden hour on the show lawn, and the car beside me is barely legal in every sense: the Aston Martin Valkyrie in gorgeous Aston Martin Racing Green β more wing than my shoe closet, wrapped around a 6.5-litre Cosworth V12 that revs past 11,000 rpm on nothing but air and audacity. The most extreme naturally-aspirated road-car engine ever built. No turbos. Just physics, screaming. ππ₯
And in a series first: tartan plaid. A racing-green tartan mini with ruby-and-gold overcheck β heritage tweed's scandalous little sister, hemmed to where the plaid barely survives. A fitted black turtleneck crop keeps it country-club equestrian until the tights and stilettos say otherwise. Gold hoops, a vintage watch, one hand on that carbon fender, hair catching the last amber light β old-money patterns, new-money horsepower. The gentry never had it like this. π΄β¨
Outfit: Cognac-brown suede fringe mini skirt Β· Ivory silk cropped blouse tied at the waist Β· Sheer nude stockings Β· Cognac leather knee-high stiletto boots Β· Layered gold pendant necklaces Β· Chunky gold hoops Β· Sleek high ponytail
Inside a white-marble showroom floats the Gordon Murray T.50 in silver β the anti-hypercar: no giant wing, no hybrid, just a 3.9-litre Cosworth V12 revving to 12,100 rpm and a fan at the tail that literally sucks the car to the road. Professor Murray read every hypercar rulebook and corrected it in pencil. βοΈπ¬π§
So I dressed in the car's own color story: warm cognac suede, cut into a fringe mini that sways with every hip-drop β the series' first suede, first fringe, and honestly overdue. An ivory silk blouse tied at the waist, nude stockings, and cognac knee-high stiletto boots running one long caramel line from boot to hem. Layered gold pendants echoing that fan's spin. One hand on the smooth carbon hood, back arched, ponytail sharp enough to sign a technical regulation. Engineering genius, meet atelier genius. π₯β¨
Outfit: Scarlet-red latex mini skirt Β· Black satin corset-style crop top Β· Sheer black tights Β· Black patent leather stiletto pumps Β· Statement silver geometric earrings Β· Chunky silver chain bracelet Β· Loose glossy waves
The night meet, wet asphalt glowing magenta and electric-blue, and the grand finale: the Guards Red Porsche Carrera GT β 5.7 litres of naturally-aspirated V10 perched behind your head like a threat, carbon everything, a clutch that eats the unworthy. The last analog legend, parked in neon. πΆοΈβ‘
And for the first time in ten volumes: latex. A scarlet latex mini with a razor shine that answers every neon streak in the asphalt β the car is red, I am more red, and the night approves. A black satin corset crop, patent pumps, silver statement earrings catching magenta like lens flares. One hand trailing that side intake, hip cocked, eyes doing all the talking the V10 doesn't need to. Some cars scream. Some women don't have to. ππ
Ten volumes. Thirty cars. Thirty skirts. Zero repeats β the streak can legally drive itself now. π
| Volume | Cars Used | Skirt Styles |
|---|---|---|
| Vol. 1 | Ferrari, Lamborghini, Porsche 911 | Red bodycon, Black leather, Silver pleated |
| Vol. 2 | McLaren 720S, Audi R8, Aston Martin DB11 | Hot pink bodycon, Cobalt pleated, Plum leather |
| Vol. 3 | Nissan GT-R, Corvette C8, BMW M4 | Neon lime bodycon, Coral A-line, Bronze leather |
| Vol. 4 | Dodge Viper, Mercedes-AMG GT, Jaguar F-Type | White tennis pleated, Lavender bodycon, Emerald satin |
| Vol. 5 | Bugatti Chiron, Ford GT, Maserati MC20 | Cerulean satin A-line, Cherry leather, Hot coral pleated |
| Vol. 6 | Porsche 918 Spyder, Lamborghini Revuelto, Koenigsegg Jesko | Rose gold ruched satin bodycon, Burgundy patent leather A-line, Metallic gold knife-pleated |
| Vol. 7 | Pagani Huayra BC, Lexus LFA, Rimac Nevera | Copper snake-print bodycon, Butter-yellow micro-pleated chiffon, Tangerine leather A-line |
| Vol. 8 | Ferrari SF90 Stradale, Lotus Evija, Acura NSX Type S | Ivory pinstripe tailored A-line, Deep-teal satin bodycon, Gunmetal organza accordion-pleated |
| Vol. 9 | Lamborghini Countach LPI 800-4, Mercedes-AMG ONE, Bugatti Tourbillon | Icy mint sequin, White tweed bouclΓ©, Holographic foil |
| Vol. 10 | Aston Martin Valkyrie, Gordon Murray T.50, Porsche Carrera GT | Racing-green tartan plaid, Cognac suede fringe, Scarlet latex |
Three more series firsts: tartan, suede fringe, and latex. And this week every engine on the lawn breathes the old way β naturally. No turbines pretending, no compressors helping. Just displacement, rpm, and nerve. π
So which one revs you, darling? The tartan Valkyrie at golden hour? The suede-fringe T.50 showroom tease? Or scarlet latex dripping next to the Carrera GT after dark? Vote below β you're literally styling Vol. 11.
Until next Thursday: keep your skirts short, your engines atmospheric, and your heartbeat naturally aspirated. π₯
π xoxo, Monica
