OMFG NO WORDS! CAN'T BREATH. FEELING A RUSH OF ANXIETY AMONGST OTHER THINGS GOING ON IN MY DYSFUNCTIONAL LIFE RIGHT NOW.
EDIT. I FOUND MY BREATH AND MY WORDS!:
Dear Riccardo Tisci,
How can you tease and flash your beautiful, gothy golds at me and expect me not to die a little? Seeing your garments translated by hand from your imagination makes me swoon - despite my miserable day. All I ask is for the ombre dress + arm bandages -together of course. I promise to wear them every single day until my wedding night... and maybe a few times after. It will be a start of a beautiful relationship. You're more than welcome to french braid my hair. I live in Orange County. Ask around for me. You will eventually find me. I'll be waiting for your package.
Love and forever yours,