Anyone with a true reverence for fashion has experienced, at one time or another, the feeling of colliding with a perfection too great to quantify. It’s the moment we stand back from a Lanvin gown, hands frozen at our sides, mouths agape. Do we touch the gown? Allow our fingers to run along the lustrous fibers only to be held hostage by a price tag we can’t afford? Such is how I feel every time a new issue of Purple hits the stands.
Images courtesy of the Fashion Spot forums.
