There once was a femme called Jeanne.
With Pietro she gave birth to a little lamb.
The lamb was clothed and everyone flocked and so was born the house of Lanvin.
The house grew but fell and looked like a bit of a sham.
So then a saviour came in the form of Mrs Wang from Taiwan.
She found a man called Alber Elbaz and let him free to play with Lanvin.
At S/S 09, he tried to trick us with his simple plan.
Chic cloque and silk ensembles came down the runway and impressed the rows of madames.
But the glints were there all along on the shoes that were shining as much as they possibly can.
When the leopard print dresses and flower paillettes came flourishing our way, we knew Elbaz was a clever man.
For sad times are ahead and escape is all we can do and so I am off to join Lanvin’s sparkly clan.
Pics from DD by Vito Flamminio.
P.S. Did ya know it’s National Poetry Day tomorrow and yes, my poetry is quite shite.
Those shoes…
Well I enjoyed your poem!!!
i’m really amused by your little rhyme. and what there’s such a day?! those shoes look like a bag. before this i could only imagine a bag with this amount of prints and embellishments!
what a collection!
Love the shoes
This post is quite fun to read
Are those sparkles on shoes, or bright beads?
Lanvin is sparkly
Which goes against the darkly
Foreboding times ahead.
(My poetry is worse. ;-)).
Lol. that was so cute. You cutified Lanvin!
One of my dreams is to get an MFA in poetry, but I’ve never been able to write about fashion.