Welcome back Peter Som. This collection is so g.d. beautiful. Where is that trust fund when I really need it? Seriously, it just got better and better as I made my way to the back of the room at Milk. You realize that everyone there was freaking out with joy, right? It's like you've burst out of a shell or something. Is it because all that messiness at Bill Blass is finally, totally over and you're free to be you again? Because that would make a helluva a lot of sense. Whatever it is, it's good to have you back in top form bringing us color, texture, tulip skirts, pantsfree prettiness, and all kinds of high-end quirk. And I live for those headpieces by Albertus Swanepoel. The cutest. So thanks for, you know, being you.