Nicolas Ghesquiere has this bewitching affect on me. Whatever he does, season in, season out, I come away spellbound and inspired.
For spring it was those magical jackets and dresses. But this season, my word: the Saint Laurent-y / 80s-y / neo-jodphur / haute bourgeoisie / salon presentation left me shaking my head in disbelief. INCREDIBLE. CONTROLLED. VISION.