AAAaaaaah Balenciaga, i love you. To rip off and butcher some famous Nabokov words, 'My sin, my soul. Ba-len-ci-a-ga: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of five steps down the palate to tap, at five, on the teeth. Ba. Len. Ci. A. Ga'. Well perhaps not my soul exactly and definitely not my only sin but i have maintained an unwavering lust for all things Balenciaga since i bought a bizarre yet beautiful white puff sleeved jacket aged 17. Think sci-fi Tudor in Paris.I have a ridiculous crush on this shaggy, dreadlocked A/W02 jacket right now. Nicolas Ghesquiere + extreme fringing = aaaaah bliss.
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