Dries Van Noten, all is forgiven. Sure, you broke my heart last season with a collection based on workout gear and high-heel white sneakers, but that's all in the past, poof, gone, forgotten. Keep showing me collections like this one and we'll never fight again. As for you, Stella McCartney, I still have no idea what all the fuss is about, and Messieur LaCroix: ignore the critics. I'll wear anything you make, any time, any season. As usual, a puzzled but enthusiastic shout-out to the Japanese: Junya, Tao, Rei (especially you Rei, you braniac minx), you are my peeps, birth to earth.
PS—For some reason Blogger is washing out the color on the Dries photo; click on it to see the clothes in their actual intensity.
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