Ive just returned from a month covering the Autumn Winter 2011 collections in New York, London, Milan and Paris. And I put the time to very good personal use by fantasising about wearing the dresses coming down the catwalk to my wedding.
Now I should make it clear that these were not bridal shows but the designers main lines, and so - without exception - these are deeply inappropriate dresses. For me anyway. Its a little depressing that Im not the type of girl to greet the vicar in a sheer knicker-revealing Gucci number, have the guts to wear navy or a train that needs its own vehicle. Or vamp it up in red crystals slashed to the crotch. Even something short. But a girl can dream.
These are the dresses of my alter-egos wardrobe. Arent they fabulous? Never before have I felt the need to change in to a second party dress more then now...
Valentino's beautiful midnight blue dress
Antonio Berardi's sexy red gown
Gucci's diaphanous show-stopper
YSL's elegant city dress
Dior's flirty little number
And the most traditional, Sarah Burton's dramatic Alexander McQueen gown.
Would you be brave enough?