Maybe now more than ever, we need haute couture—to distract us with clothes so moving that we recognize there is still beauty amongst the ugliness in the world. Here, the very best of the very best.
Caftans for life. Especially if they expose sternum.
The baby's breath manes. The ribbon armlets. The CLOTHES. Top five, definitely.
Who wants fingerless opera glove things now too?
Does it get any better than Sasha in feathers?
Draw me like one of your Degas dancer girls.
Do you see this, Cate Blanchett?
Gonna get a real adult job just so I can wear this.
For your next desert expedition.
Human? Stingray? Fashion.
The only kind of swish we're interested in.
Get me to a grand ballroom, stat.
Every time I'm like, "I'm never getting married," Karl gives me reason to.
Tears for tiers.
Me emerging from the bedroom of my mega-yacht.
Are you there, Rihanna? It's him, Antonio Grimaldi.
OKAY, he remakes this dress every season, but NO, it will never get old.
Taylor Swift reshoots her "Bad Blood" video just so she can wear this outfit.
And Selena Gomez defenestrates her wearing this.
BOOTS WITH THE FUR.
If I throw a party celebrating my first divorce and don't wear this, why even bother?
You can count on Margiela to make you take a third look at this bustier/raincoat/cocktail dress hybrid.
Walking into your ex's funeral like...
IT HAS POCKETS.
The most extra bomber, jeans, and T-shirt ever.
Tulle: great in fluffy skirts. Tulle: even greater in sunbursts.
Half woman, half sculpture, all Pygmalion magic.
Bring the private rail car around, Archibald.
Friend: "Don't dress up, it's casual." Me: