Normally I dread the Spring/Summer collections, as the lighter colors just horrify me. But Ann Demeulemeester’s stark, medical white appeals to me almost as much as all black. Except, of course, that anyone who knows me knows I’ve never kept a white shirt clean for more than 48 seconds, and I’ve never even attempted white pants. Seriously. I put on white, and I become some kind of magnet for coffee, soup, green magic marker, strawberry jam, and pigeons with intestinal troubles.
Thankfully, there is also plenty of black.
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