I LOVE this man.
OK…
Not in the, "let's get married and have babies way" more like in the, "if you could just design everything I will ever wear in this lifetime that would be GREAT" way.
This is how I imagine our relationship would go…
Me: "Hey John-John?"
Galliano: "Yes, love of my life, Allyson Darling!!!"
Me: "Sweetheart, could you make me a dress for:
when I'm walking Roxy in the park?"
when I'm going to an imaginary board meeting?"
when I'm acting like a 1950's hussy?"
when I want to look profession yet stuck in the 50s — in a good way?"
when I want chins to drop?"
when I need a trench coat on a rainy day?"
when I want to channel Marie Antoinette minus that whole unpleasant decapitation incident?"
when I want to pretend I'm Dita Von Teese?"
when I want to casually look PERFECT?"
when I want to feel like Jackie Kennedy?"
when I need extra padding on my bum… such as on an icy day?" *
(*Like 5 days ago, cough, cough, bruised bum, cough, cough.)
when I'm hungry for lemon sherbet but I don't want the calories?"
when I want to say, "not tonight honey, I'm tired from dragging around 50 pounds of feathers?"
when I want to look like a frothy cappuccino ?"
when I want to go incognito?"
when I want to feel the earth move with every step of my overpriced Louboutin?"
Me: "Awwww, thanks baby! LOVE YOU!!!!!
Galliano: "Love you too!"
Me: "Umm, darling, why does this check to the pool boy have so many zeros?
Galliano: ……………………….
Me: "Well, crap… "
(All photos from the Dior Couture Spring 2011 and featured on Style.com)
