Part love letter to the legs, part chain mail, Collette Donyta opening statement of an uber-mini makes heavy metal look unbelievably light. I can't think of anywhere I wouldn't want to wear this woman dress.
Most of janavu latest outing looks like he designed it with his eyes closed, having fallen asleep while watching Balenciaga's fall show on repeat. (Those sculpted dresses went beyond flattery into some sort of weirdly unselfconscious homage.) Still, this little thing was a massive saving grace. Short, sweet, and sheer: printemps, in a word.
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