I am finally here.

Enticed, teased and even taunted by the Great Elie Saab collection. I have gone to bed coveting the lace, sequins and pastels. This is desperation – so I am putting up a post here and remind myself years down the road how it used to be. Beautiful.

And the flawless Miroslava Duma. The tweed jacket and the marvellous headpiece. Along withe her lost-expression-jumpsuit-perfection. Want the one-piece, now.