I have been thinking a lot about fashion lately, and the ways in which it can yield walking works of art. The exemplary fashion house that springs to my mind immediately is Morgane Le Fay. These are the sort of dream clothes that I would wear if I had mountains of money. The pieces looks like the ghosts of flowers, a parade of hushed reverie. I pass the store on Wooster Street frequently, every now and again going in to be amongst the flowing shapes. It really is a magnificent feeling. The designer is Liliana Casabal. She is a brilliant romantic, and I admire her for consistently maintaining a balance between the contemporary and the ethereal.