I do wonder when I will buy my first real designer piece (no, Chanel perfume does not count, neither do the Miu Miu clogs I found at Beacon's Closet). I, of course, also wonder what it will be (maybe a pair of Chloe shoes or a Stella McCartney blazer or a Prada sweater?). Who knows? But I do know what it won't be: a Marchesa. The only people lucky enough to wear gorgeous Marchesa gowns — and gorgeous Marchesa gowns is all Marchesa does — are the people who make regular appearances on award show red carpets. I don't see that in my near future, but if I did fantasize about making a little witty and humble acceptance speech for a dramatic high-intensity role that I changed my whole appearance for (and then was magically back to my skinny self just in time to accept the award), I might just be wearing this little number that walked down the runway a few hours ago.
Photo via the NYTimes.