For some reason Prefall never actually feels like a proper season. It's more just a filler to keep the buyer and the follower interested until the next major season arrives. Rescuing the follower from the imminent boredom that lies between seasons. Kind of depressing that I can't wait 6 months before I want something new, but I'm so accustomed to it now it would seem weird to not be seeing new clothes all the time. But who cares what the fashion industry's fast tracking has done to us as human beings.
Sing and be Merry for it is Celine.
Grungy tartan. Socks. Textures of dreams. Blabbering incontinently.
And the denim.
Oh the denim...
The pants have racing stripes. RACING STRIPES.
Seriously did not think that Celine would blow me away like this. Maybe because this is just like a sharper version of Marc Jacobs f/w 2010 (especially pics. 3, 9 and 10). Which still haunts my dreams *husky witch voice*.
Yours Truly,
Holly
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