Sometimes it speaks and says: “I am fair, I command
That for your love of me you love only Beauty;
I am your guardian Angel, your Muse and Madonna.”
(Charles Baudelaire, The Flowers of Evil, “What will you say tonight, poor lonely soul,” 1857, translated by William Aggeler)
For this winter 2019, we want something very soft but still strongly feminine. An exacerbated and comfortable femininity that seems to come from a suspended and eternal time.