Bibliostyle: Emily Byrd Starr from “Emily’s Quest”

Above: Jenny Packham Resort 2018

Emily-in-the-glass looked very well that night. She had got the dress she had longed for for years–spent the whole price of a story on it, to her aunt’s horror. Shot silk – blue in one light, silver in another, with mists of lace. She remembered that Teddy had said that when she got that dress he would painter her as an Ice-maiden in it.

  • from Emily’s Quest by L.M. Montgomery

Above: Marchesa Notte, Resort 2018. Below, Natasha Zinko Resort 2018

Above: Luisa Beccaria Resort 2018. Below, Pamella Roland Resort 2018

Above: Reem Acra, Resort 2018. Below, Sonia Rykiel Pre-Fall 2018


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Bibliostyle: Green Ball Gowns in Catherynne M. Valente’s ‘Radiance’


Above: Pamella Roland Spring 2016

Our yuletide green had been knitted out of jute and wire and shredded dresses by the Udolpho triplets, those wanton Martian contortionists and-as I had discovered- wanted counterfeiters., from Guan Yu. Each of the nine women aboard had donated a green gown to the effort. We whirled away under Cythera’s lime spangled flapper-fringes, Harper Ibbott’s hunting cloak, every girl’s bright emerald and olive hoopskirts cut and ruched into garlands. We were a strange lot, the Obolus cargo, some famous, most not, all vibrating with the things we did not tell each other.

  • from Radiance by Catherynne M. Valente


Above: Sally LaPointe Pre-Fall 2016


Above: Pamella Roland Fall 2016


Above: Jenny Packham Fall 2016


Above: Toga Fall 2016


Above: Monique Lhuillier Fall 2016


Above: Hellessy Fall 2016


Above: Jenny Packham Spring 2016

Bibliostyle: “Villette” by Charlotte Brontë


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Above: Alexander McQueen Fall 2015

One morning, Mrs. Bretton, coming promptly into my room, desired me to open my drawers and show her my dresses; which I did, without a word.


‘That will do,’ said she, when she had turned them over. ‘You must have a new one.’


Above: Marchesa Resort 2016

Above: Roksanda Resort 2016

She went out. She returned presently with a dress-maker. She had me measured. ‘I mean,’ said she, ‘to follow my own taste and to have my own way in this little matter.’

Two days after came home–a pink dress!


Above: Roksanda Resort 2016


Above: Rosie Assoulin Resort 2016


Above: Rebecca Taylor Resort 2016

‘That is not for me,’ I said hurriedly, feeling that I would almost as soon clothe myself in the costume of a Chinese lady of rank.

‘We shall see whether it is for you or not,’ rejoined my godmother, adding with her resistless decision. ‘Mark my words. You will wear it this very evening.’

I thought I should not: I thought no human force should avail to put me into it. A pink dress! I knew it not. It knew not me. I had not proved it [….]


Above: Ulyana Sergeenko Spring 2015 Couture


Above: Sonia Rykiel Resort 2016

About six, I was ushered up-stairs. Without any force at all, I found myself led and influenced by another’s will, unconsulted, unpersuaded, quietly over-ruled. In short the pink dress went on, softened by some drapery of black lace. I was pronounced to be en grande ténue, and requested to look in the glass. I did so with some fear and trembling; with more fear and trembling, I turned away. Seven o’clock struck; Dr. Bretton was come; my godmother and I went down. She was clad in brown velvet; as I walked in her shadow, how I envied her those folds of grave, dark majesty! Graham stood in the drawing-room doorway.


Above: Pamella Roland Resort 2016 

‘I do hope he will not think I have been decking myself out to draw attention,’ was my uneasy aspiration.

– from Villette by Charlotte Brontë

Bibliostyle: “Shirley” by Charlotte Brontë


Above: Marchesa Resort 2016


Above: Zimmermann Resort 2016


Above: Pamella Roland Resort 2016

Then she had to dress in her freshest and fairest attire of white muslin; the perfect fineness of the day and the solemnity of the occasion warranted, and even exacted, such costume. Her new sash […] was tied by the dexterous fingers of Fanny, who took no little pleasure in arraying her fair young mistress for the occasion; her simple bonnet had been trimmed to correspond with her sash; her pretty but inexpensive scarf of white crape [sic] suited her dress. When ready, she formed a picture, not bright enough to dazzle, but fair enough to interest; not brilliantly striking, but very delicately pleasing; a picture in which sweetness of tint, purity of air, and grace of mien, atoned for the absence of rich colouring and magnificent contour [….]

Shirley, indolent with the heat, and gay with her youth and pleasurable nature, wanted to talk, laugh, and linger; but Caroline, intent on being in time, persevered in dressing her as fast as fingers could fasten strings or insert pins. At length, as she united a final row of hooks and eyes, she found leisure to chide her, saying, she was very naughty to be so unpunctual; that she looked even now the picture of incorrigible carelessness: and so Shirley did-but a very lovely picture of that tiresome quality.


Above: Alessandra Rich Fall 2015


Above: Marchesa Notte Resort 2016


Above: Sophia Kah Spring 2015

She presented quite a contrast to Caroline: there was style in every fold of her dress and every line of her figure: the rick silk suited her better than a simpler costume; the deep-embroidered scarf became her; she wore it negligently, but gracefully; the wreath on her bonnet crowned her well: the attention to fashion, the tasteful appliance of ornament in each portion of her dress, where quite in place with her: all this suited her, like the frank light in her eyes, the rallying smile about her lips, like shaft-straight carriage and lightsome step. Caroline took her hand when she was dressed, hurried her downstairs, out of doors, and thus they sped through the fields, laughing as they went, and looking very much like a snow-white dove and a gem-tinted bird-of-paradise joined in social flight.

– from Shirley by Charlotte Brontë

Bibliostyle: Jane Austen’s “Pride and Prejudice”

You totes knew we’d be doing a Bibliostyle for this, right?


Above: Rosetta Getty, Spring 2015

When dinner was over she returned directly to Jane, and Miss BIngley began abusing her as soon as she was out of the room. Her manners were pronounced to be very bad indeed, a mixture of pride and impertinence; she had no conversation, no style, no taste, no beauty. Mrs. Hurst thought the same, and added,

‘She has nothing, in short, to recommend her, but being an excellent walker. I shall never forget her appearance this morning. She really looked almsot wild.’


Above: Etro Fall 2015


Above: Chloé Fall 2015

‘She did, indeed, Louisa. I could hardly keep my countenance. Very nonsensical to come at all! Why must she be scampering about the country, because her sister had a cold? Her hair, so untidy, so blousy!’

‘Yes, and her petticoat; I hope you saw her petticoat, six inches deep in mud, I am absolutely certain; and the gown which had been let down to hide it not doing its office.’

‘Your picture may be very exact, Louisa,’ said BIngley; ‘but this was all lost upon me. I thought Miss Elizabeth Bennet looked remarkably well when she came into the room this morning. Her dirty petticoat quite escaped my notice.’


Above: Les Copains Fall 2015


Above: The Row Spring 2015


Above: Veronique Branquinho, Fall 2015

You observed it, Mr. Darcy, I am sure,’ said Miss BIngley; ‘and I am inclined to think that you would not wish to see your sister make such an exhibition.’

‘Certainly not’


Above: Pamella Roland Fall 2015


Above: Versace Fall 2015

‘To walk three miles, or four miles, or give miles, or whatever it is, above her ancles [sic] in dirt, and alone, quite alone! what could she mean by it? It seems to be to shew an abominable sort of conceited independence, a most country-town indifference to decorum.’

– from Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen


Above: Rosie Assoulin Spring 2015

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