Darlings, I write to you from the eye of the storm. In 36 hours, our Spring show opens at the Grand Whisker Hotel, and the atelier is in a state of tasteful chaos. Needles are flying, velvet is being steamed and someone has hidden the good scissors.
Our theme this year is ‘Softly, Softly,’ a meditation on the beauty of understatement, which we have expressed through a runway lined with 4,000 feathers. I have not slept. I have not eaten. I have, however, rehearsed my backstage walk seventeen times. Wish us luck, wish us stamina, and for the love of everything holy, wish us no more fountains.
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