Maria agrees, she must have her own Miyake.
The first acquisition, the virgin purchase, is anything but frivolous. Issey Miyake is a state of mind; architecturally defined, hyper feminine, an investment that could be construed as sensible, even in this climate. The item will last a lifetime.
A.must.in one's wardrobe.
And no, Issey's not for everyone, but a sliver of delicately pleated black fabric sits somewhere on my frame daily and lately I've seen a lot of Maria so no surprise she's become deliciously infected by the fashionable bug.
The only cure is a rendezvous. Andiamo! Off to our mecca to meet M. Miyake we go!
The act of trying on Issey Miyake, each truly unique, whimsical, architecturally elegant, the exercise alone is therapy incarnate. Eventually Maria found her own style; a deep, silky slate blue grey number that shimmers softly, so long it could cover a table set for 12 yet so origami inspired it sits on the skin as thin as can be, to be worn in a myriad of so many ways they provide a guide alongside. With skinny jeans and boots, with pearls for black tie. Pleats, please, for days and days and ways in weather that covers every season.
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