Yea, I know. Two posts in one day...but I had to. And now even though I am still adrift on a lazy sea of root vegetables and turkey from last night, I can't help but feel revived after looking at photos from the Ann Demeulemeester (I spelled that without even looking, you know) show. OH. MY. GAH.
Now these are not clothes that are super uplifting, I'll give you that. But their mournful beauty and poetry and sexy moodiness are my conceit today, and I'll take it. Meaning I'll take each and every one of these looks, sans the sheer bottoms of course. But wow. Unbelievably ethereal and absinthe soaked and swashbucklish/romantic. I adore these pieces...simply fabulous. Hard to believe they are for a season called "Spring", but whatever. Good clothes are good clothes, and these my darlings, are good bloody clothes. I mean, amazing, wonderful, hidng in my own beauty clothes. Divine. And that's all I've got for this second post of this rather tepid afternoon, as a plumber snakes my kitchen sink and I count how much it's going to cost us in my head. Yikes. I'd rather think of Ann and her outlaw orphan meets 18th century ingenue collection...XO
