Versace is never my if-I-had-to-wear-one-designer-for-the-rest-of-my-life choice. It's flashy, unexpected, sexy, completely over the top and risque in every way. Versace is The Italian Woman. It is what it is, which is completely sick and fantastic in its own right. I think I just naturally lean toward London (with a dash of American a la Francisco Costa's Calvin Klein). But this. Do I really need to say anything? No, I didn't think so.
Is it sad I can't even afford the H&M version of Versace?
P.S. Is anyone else miffed they didn't air the VS Fashion Show live? I don't know if that was VS's decision or CBS, but I think they got a little confused -- Victoria, you are not Donatella.
"We tell ourselves stories in order to live... We interpret what we see, select the most workable of the multiple choices. We live entirely, especially if we are writers, by the imposition of a narrative line upon disparate images, by the "ideas" with which we have learned to freeze the shifting phantasmagoria which is our actual experience."
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