erdem cat-eye acetate sunglasses | acne cotton-blend bomber | acne mohair-blend beanie
joseph cashmere tee | lpd new york cotton-fleece sweatshirt | jil sander cashmere sweater
equipment washed-silk shirt | t by alexander wang satin bomber | balmain coated tweed mini-dress
burberry brit suede mini-skirt | t by alexander wang piqué t-shirt dress | saint laurent leather shorts
Those of you who follow me on twitter will know that I had a bit of Balmain-induced episode today when the photos from Paris Fashion Week rolled in. Honestly though. I couldn’t contain it. Just plain awe. When Alicia Keys wore that dress to the Brits that time, it became one of my aims in life to have a piece of Balmain in my wardrobe. Preferably in the DRESS form, thanks. In fact, while we’re at it, if I was ever to marry (I know, I know – it ain’t happening, but let’s just think upon this ludicrous notion for but a moment) – that dress down there in the middle? Yeah, that’d do just nicely, thanks. So, anyway, where was I? Oh yeah, just a bit of Balmain in my wardrobe. It’s the sort of aim that’s not too far out-of-reach as to be unattainable, but far enough out-of-reach as to still be a dream. One day, kids, one day. I promise you that.
