It's late. I have to be up tomorrow morning for a important meeting at work. Predictably, I have the last word in chronic insomnia. Maybe that's why I'm in tears over the latest A/W 2008 Hussein Chalayan collection. According to style.com, the collection is a loose narative on the evolution of man. Obviously it was ace: the models were smiling, there was the usual Chalayan lightshow spectacularrrrr and some fabulous cavewoman ballgowns.
I'm not crying because of that though. It's all about this dress:
Maybe I'm overtired. Maybe I'm pre-premenstral and broody as fudge. But a dress with an inbuilt baby monkey cuddle is basically my must-have item of the decade. I'll grow sharper incisors and begin a chest-beating rampage in Dover Street Market until they give it me. Fo' real.
Lace can officially go to hell.
Love,
Becky
Lace can officially go to hell.
Love,
Becky
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