Someone call a doctor: We’ve been blinded by the shine at Jenny Packham.
Flashbulbs reflected off ivory dresses adorned with mirrored pieces and rhinestones. Human disco balls floated down the runway to indie tunes (The Black Keys, The Kills).
We were in awe of one three-quarter sleeve beaded shock of orange, which electrified the lineup of black and gold cocktail-length sheaths. But it was the muted gray floor-length gown with a peplum waist and glittery belt that we imagined a certain Duchess of Cambridge/Packham fan wearing to greet dignitaries.
She’ll be a sight to behold.
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