When we saw this on the runway, I wanted to give it to Kerry Washington:
And she would have charmed in it. But I’m also fine with handing it over to the estimable Sandy B, who looks unmoved, but she is WRONG. This is fab, and I want, in particular, to steal that skirt and wear it back in time to a garden party. This mostly because it’s great, but also because it reminds me a bit of an LK Bennett skirt that I’m visiting a lot but not allowing myself to buy, because I DON’T LEAVE THE HOUSE and ergo I do not need flirty fancy patterned midi-skirts. I just DO NOT. So please, Sandy. Wear this FOR me. Do it for me, much the way you drove a bus very quickly and flirted with Keanu for me, and the way you exchanged letters with Keanu through space and time for me, and the way you — well, maybe not the way you drove that boat with Jason Patric for me, but whatever. You feel me. LIVE, SANDY. LIVE. Live in this skirt.