definitely find yourself in the most capable hands. He pushed every single button in me by offering the perfect, absolutely perfect, colour scheme of charcoal grey, camel, navy blue and claret intensified by chocolate, the furs and the oxfords, the tweeds, velvets and wools, the midi skirts and the slouchy trousers, the pea jacket and comfort blanket of an impeccably tailored coat, the 1950s-inspired suits and gorgeous evening gowns, the menswear and the femininity.
Kors even made me see myself wearing a bit of gold - perhaps, not as the over-the-top gold number that will find its way to several editorials in a few months, but as a stole beautifully layered under a coat, or a Midas touch to the sleeves of a blazer.
One of the stars of the show was the dress - the figure-fitting tweed midi painstakingly adorned with delicate feather embellishments to resemble flowers. What a treasure that was!
And yes, maybe, subconsciously, some of my enthusiasm for the collection came from the memories of Vuitton, Valentino Couture and the endless love for Yves Saint Laurent, Balenciaga and Dior, but frankly, I can let it go - Kors Fall 2015 was the moment when I truly enjoyed the present inspired by the past, and this present belong to Michael.