A delicate corset bodice with thin straps and a deep sweetheart cutout — fragile, almost innocent. Then the skirt happens. Massive volumes erupt from the waist, layers folding and cascading into a full ballgown that fills the room. The contrast between the tiny top and the explosion below is violent in the best way. Cinderella if she had a darker imagination.
In icy blue taffeta that holds volume effortlessly.
