You know, apart from one dress covered in strawberries so tiny that they can only be recognised up-close, I don’t own or wear anything floral. I thought about it once or twice, but dismissed at the end.
And yet I adore wearing flowers. I always did. Years ago it was a floral wreath made with delicate wild flowers on a daily basis and worn proudly as if it was a crown. As soon as the first blooms appeared we would be off to the nearest park to gather dandelions and plants of unknown origin to braid them into beautiful and naive headbands, hands covered in brown spots from the dandelion milky juice, not that we ever cared… In summer our original monochromatic choice would transform into a rainbow with blue cornflowers, white daisies, yellow marigolds and pink cosmos, all so fragrant, intoxicating and, for any kid who read Andersen’s Thumbelina, mesmerising beyond belief.
As a grown-up, I still wear my petals, mostly as jewellery or shoes, not so secretly dream of the most beautiful Valentino bag and, of course, dresses and blouses.
I think my love for this type of clothes began with the stunning Dolce&Gabbana gowns from their Spring 2009 collection and was later fuelled by Valentino designs that I saw last year and an antique hat covered in teeny blossoms, each secured with a glass bead – I almost bought it, just to look at, but having marinated the idea overnight, decided to be sensible and… hat-less.
Dolce & Gabbana Spring/Summer 2009
So here I am, fascinated with the clothes that feel like a step into a dream and becoming a part of it. There isn’t any other way to explain it – it’s purely about spring, new beginnings, beauty and love. And memories that I can touch, I guess.
Alexis Mabille | Oscar de la Renta | Bottega Veneta | Giambattista Valli | Agnes B | Blugirl Blumarine | Alexander McQueen | Chloe | Badgley & Mischka Ready-to-Wear Spring/Summer 2013
Photo sources: Elle US March 2013 (image has been altered, please refer to the blog if using), Marie Claire France March 2013, style.com, elle.com