I had one of my typical rough days at work.
The kind of day that nothing goes right and you get yourself into all kind of tricky situations. You just want to come home and sleep the day away.
Holly Golightly called them the mean reds.
I call them the deep funks.
I started to think that John Galliano was suffering from some type of mean reds after the spring 2007 collections. I usually can count on Mr Galliano for a visual treat at least three times a year. In 2006 the treats were hard to come by. I appreciated the new collections but I missed the showmanship and breathtaking beauty of the past. I was tired of thinking about the state of the world when I looked at all of the collections. I wanted beauty not politics.
Galliano gave me beauty and hope yesterday. He gave me a technicolor dream filled with china blossoms, origami and geishas. I did not realize how starved I was for his work. He made life not so bad for one evening.
Of course things will change by tomorrow morning.
I will be the grouch I always am.
But for one moment he took me somewhere else.
I adore that glamorous little nutcracker.