They say Wallis Simpson, Duchess of Windsor, was buried wearing her favourite Kenneth Jay Lane couture belt. Sometimes – because I’m kind of morbid – I think about stuff like this. If there is fashion that is truly “to-die-for,” it’s gotta to be from Paris Fashion Week (other than Couture shows, of course). So many shows, so many themes, so many beautiful things (and so little time to review them all). But which ones would I consider taking to the grave with me? The answers are:
1) the minty yellow Lanvin gown that would automatically grant me Goddess status wherever I’m going;
2) the bright yellow Giambattista Valli masterpiece for the same reason as above;
3) the fiery red Haider Ackerman ensemble to keep the glamour alive;
4) the quietly elegant pastel dress by Dries Van Noten because quiet elegance is timeless (who knows how long I’ll be there for); or
5) the soft pink Chloe ensemble just in case I want to take up ballet in the afterlife (you never know!).
My idol Nan Kempner once said that “I tell people all the time I want to be buried naked. I know there will be a store where I’m going.” Well, no offense Nan, but I’d like to take a little something just in case.