Givenchy's autumn winter 2010/2011 couture collection by Riccardo Tisci. Need I say more?
Oh but I will.
Tumbling kilo grams of gold sequins, seventies flapper style fringing, chards of chantilly lace, feathers of the most exquisite kind and all this draped on the bodies of the eternally beautiful, falling to perfection on their tiny, elegant shoulders.
Just for one day I would like to be one of these models in one of these dresses. Is that too much to ask? Instead I spent my day at the Victoria Market, haggling to get $5 off a new straw trilby, ogling the array of cheeses on display and buying ricotta gnocchi from a lady who could barely be seen from underneath the hanging pasta that adorned her shop front window.
I thought this day was pretty much bliss until I saw these photos. Dam you Riccardo Tisci and your impossible haute couture perfection.
Oh but I will.
Tumbling kilo grams of gold sequins, seventies flapper style fringing, chards of chantilly lace, feathers of the most exquisite kind and all this draped on the bodies of the eternally beautiful, falling to perfection on their tiny, elegant shoulders.
Just for one day I would like to be one of these models in one of these dresses. Is that too much to ask? Instead I spent my day at the Victoria Market, haggling to get $5 off a new straw trilby, ogling the array of cheeses on display and buying ricotta gnocchi from a lady who could barely be seen from underneath the hanging pasta that adorned her shop front window.
I thought this day was pretty much bliss until I saw these photos. Dam you Riccardo Tisci and your impossible haute couture perfection.
