Lacroix makes me remember that I can and need to dream and laugh and feel overwelmed; be seduced by the frivolity of fantasy.
His fabrics drip with opulence and uber elegance; abundance and gloss; colour and mood; incomparable extraordinary irreverence of imagination.
It reminds me of when I was 10 and would stay up all night playing with a piece of fabric in the mirror and imagining I was some-thing/-where else.
Play and fantasy are for big girls too.



--mel
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