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Iris van Herpen, Spring 2021 Couture

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Christian Dior, Spring 2003 Couture

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Christian Lacroix, Fall 2005 Couture Details

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Christian Lacroix, Fall 2005 Couture

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“Night, and the heavens beam serene with peace,  Like a pure heart benignly smiles the moon. Oh, guard thy blessed beauty from mischance,  This I beseech thee in all tender love.  See where the Storm his cloudy mantle spreads,  An ashy curtain covereth the moon.  As if the tempest thirsted for the rain,  The clouds he presses, till they burst in streams.  Heaven wears a dusky raiment, and the moon Appeareth dead—her tomb is yonder cloud,  And weeping shades come after, like the people  Who mourn with tearful grief a noble queen.  But look! the thunder pierced night’s close-linked mail, His keen-tipped lance of lightning brandishing; He lovers like a seraph-conqueror.— Dazed by the flaming splendor of his wings,  In rapid flight as in a whirling dance,  The black cloud-ravens hurry scared away.  So, though the powers of darkness chain my soul,  My heart, a hero, chafes and breaks its bonds.” Solomon ibn Gabirol, Night-Piece

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Armani Privé, Spring 2005 Couture

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Elie Saab, Spring 2023 Couture

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Elie Saab, Fall 2019 Couture

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“To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, One clover, and a bee. And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.” Emily Dickinson, To Make a Prairie 

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Christian Dior, Spring 2021 Couture

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“Nobody heard him, the dead man, But still he lay moaning: I was much further out than you thought And not waving but drowning. Poor chap, he always loved larking And now he’s dead It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way, They said. Oh, no no no, it was too cold always (Still the dead one lay moaning) I was much too far out all my life And not waving but drowning.” Stevie Smith, Not Waving but Drowning 

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Giambattista Valli, Spring 2023 Details

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Giambattista Valli, Spring 2023 Couture

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“The dew is on the grasses, dear,     The blush is on the rose, And swift across our dial-youth,     A shifting shadow goes. The primrose moments, lush with bliss.     Exhale and fade away, Life may renew the Autumn time,     But nevermore the May!” Georgia Douglas Johnson, Youth 

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Elie Saab, Spring 2003 Couture

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"Secrets infesting my half-sleep… did you enter my wound from another wound brushing mine in a crowd… or did I snare you on my sharper edges as a bird flying through cobwebbed trees at sun-up carries off spiders on its wings? Secrets, running over my soul without sound, only when dawn comes tip-toeing ushered by a suave wind, and dreams disintegrate like breath shapes in frosty air, I shall overhear you, bare-foot, scatting off into the darkness…. I shall know you, secrets by the litter you have left and by your bloody foot-prints." Lola Ridge, Secrets

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Miss Sohee, Fall/Winter 2022