Oh that the collections of Valentino, Kenzo and McQueen can all exist at one moment in time is all that I love about life. Literally. Charm, lady like, loveliness, at once with the mystery and the celebration of the exotic, along side outrageous and fierce fantasy. Amazing, delightful,  and so female all of it. Any one of us could wear any of it,  on any day and be ourselves. These three are the collections that reflect the complex inner terrain of the modern feminine consciousness. I am a lady. I am exotic and I am desperate for fantasy. I do not want to be sexualized, I am not cheap. I want little heels and lace and romantic collars. I want my chair pulled out and to cross my legs just so. I will blush under your intent gaze. I am a gypsy, a rebel, a rich and textured tapestry of moods and dreams. I am not of this time nor this world. You will never know the fabric of my heart. I am the queen of the land of the birds of poetry. I speak only in fierce cries that echo across the seas and lift up to fill the valleys I am all the sky needs for decoration and all you don’t know of the birth of a flower. Valentino, Kenzo and McQueen.