Believe it or not, this dress had been attacked by a red-wine wielding mom about an hour before… ok, maybe not attacked but let’s just say that an unfortunate incident occurred before the dress came off the hanger. When I arrived, Kurt was in the dusty driveway sweating bullets, warning me of a dark mood in the dressing room. However, Molly had risen above the panic and some talented soul had blotted every trace of stain out of the creamy silk.
May I recommend a dress made of Shantung silk for anyone wanting a delightfully dancy dress impervious to insult? It was a dream to photograph! They were, too. ;0)