It's silly what a beautiful dress can do to me. I saw it while making last minute "must see / must meet" notes before heading off to London. It was a single shot of love. Just one photo that turned my little heart upside down and back. The little frock was designed by Anna Pitchouguina, a fellow Russian, which admittedly, was another valid reason for me to rush to "the car park" as early as I possibly could.
On the day, led by love and hope, I practically run through the designer show rooms like a horse with blinkers on, looking for the name, the girl and the dress. Aw, I was so excited! And then there she was, the sweetest Anna and her beautiful collection, which, frankly, I could just grab in one big love embrace (and take it home with me - yes, greedily, all of it).
The dream dress was there, of course, hanging pretty among the most wonderful pieces that had my name written all over them. Anna's collection was not only beautiful to look at, it was a dream to touch, too. Made of the softest Italian wools and delicate silk it was a wardrobe for a girl who loves to be feminine, sweet, funny and unique, true to European flair, but with a touch of British eccentricity.
I did order the dress, in case you are curious. Couldn't help it. It will be arriving to live with me some time in August and hopefully, me and the dress will get to go to the fashion week together comes September. After all, I've already pictured my little treasure paired with Alaia booties for a special outing and my old favourite Miu Miu's from Fall 2005. I know I said it once before, but dream dresses are real, you just have to wait until they come into your life (and pre-order when they do).