It was one of those moments amidst a mindless scroll though the “NEW IN” section on your favourite online store (stylebop.com in this case). My finger froze over the laptop; mouth slightly unhinged my breath stopped. It was magical in a way that only a statement dress can be. Beauty tumbled out of every die-cut and swept over every fabric fold. This dress is art, it is sculpture. I had to wear this dress.
Every season a designer comes up trumps with 1 piece that everybody MUST own. It embodies not only the season’s trends but the mood and of course makes its wearer unstoppable. Wardrobe GOALS. If you are lucky enough to beat your way through waiting lists and online restocks you become part of an elite club overnight. As you enter the room in the item you have every woman in the rooms gaze. Adoration, envy, lust.
Self Portrait crashed onto the scene 3 years ago with special yet still semi-affordable feminine and fresh designs. Every celebrity and blogger was wearing the pieces. SP became so overexposed I shied away. You must believe me that I did not know this was a Self Portrait dress until the checkout. No matter though, this dress transcends any label. It could be George by Asda and I’d still be purchasing it.
I wanted to style the dress into a “Day at the Races” look but when I came to put it on I decided I wanted to shoot the dress on its own. no accessories, hairstyle or makeup to speak of, just a simple pair of mules because the dress speaks for itself. I adore the asymmetrical shoulder lines, the way the folds of starched die cut fabric undulate like waves around the décolletage. The waist nips in tight and them the skirt surges down into a voluminous skirt.
Shot by Anna Sandul at the Italian Gardens, Kensington.
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