Ignore, for a moment, the fact that the runway model showing off this pretty, feminine gown is about to keel over dead from kidney failure. Uh, also ignore that she looks like she’s sporting a ‘stache (It’s called bleach, honey, look it up).
Finally, ignore the fact that I don’t speak Italian and thus cannot tell you much more than that this lovely gown from Sicilian designer Luisa Beccaria is made of purple and ivory draped chiffon. Just kidding — Beccaria’s site does feature an English option.
In my humble opinion, the gown you see before you could melt the hardpacked Boston snow that’s currently encrusting my automobile. I just think it’s too, too dreamy, and it’s making me long so terribly for springtime.
I’d love to see this gown on a woman with breasts. I have a feeling I’d appreciate it a lot more if the model weren’t emaciated.
I feel that way a lot, Twistie. For once in my life, I’d like to see what a gown/shirt/etc. would look like on someone in possession of my particular…assets.