"How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the dizzy platform height, my Miu Miu lift me when my Monsieur Right asks me to dance at Le Baron( tout le craze). I love thee hot as scarlet sequins' blaze while, over Krug, they reflect candlelight. I love thee fierce as black jumpsuits at night; I love thee pure as white sweater days. I love thee as much as my Ricci trench and leopard-spot silk fresh from the printer and saddle-leather bags labeled in French. To Barneys I dash like Bolt the sprinter, imagining a lace-clad Valentine's clench; I'll wear Dior shorts( and it's still winter)." via Vogue Magazine
My love for fashion has been expertly translated into text by the many great authors of Vogue magazine. While many people might not understand my borderline obsession with all things 'now', those who do will appreciate my eye for detail. I thought beginning my blog with a passionate, head-over-heels attitude for Jeffrey Campbell, Chanel, and Missoni would be just the right kick off.
Stay tuned.
My love for fashion has been expertly translated into text by the many great authors of Vogue magazine. While many people might not understand my borderline obsession with all things 'now', those who do will appreciate my eye for detail. I thought beginning my blog with a passionate, head-over-heels attitude for Jeffrey Campbell, Chanel, and Missoni would be just the right kick off.
Stay tuned.
