Yesterday in Paris, John Galliano took viewers on a journey to some Eastern European fantasy land where the ladies wear vibrantly colored peasant skirts by day and sheer, ethereal Theda Bara-esque gowns by night…
I don't know what is going on with the sleeves and the skirt, I only know that I like it.
This is what you call an exaggerated hip. But the fabric looks so luxe! And the embroidery is gorgeous.
Whirling dervish chic.
Heidi wants to go sledding, but she's not wearing the appropriate footwear.
This shade of blue is divine.
Are you sensing a trend in the shoes for fall? (Hint: Preposterous platforms.)
Gah, the embroidery!
I have a birthday party to go to, maybe I'll try this.
When does diaphanous become merely see-through? This angel's nightgown may hold clues.
How do you put this on? How does it not rip? How is she walking in those shoes? Also, does anyone else have the urge to rent The Corpse Bride?
Maybe there's a way you can just hang this over your bed like a beautiful mosquito net.
This amazing, silky dove gray dress — without the metallic medallions — is red-carpet worthy.
Theda Bara alert!
Fairy tales can come true; it can happen to you.
If there's a message here, it is: Accessorize without fear.
The man, the myth, the legend. Monsieur Galliano himself.
This report claims the models were meant to resemble "frozen Ukranian brides." Mission accomplished?