Pink. Yellow. Red. Black. Oh, the colors. The luxurious fabrics. The swish of the skirts and the fullness of the gowns. Those were the things the seven year old me would dream of after reading about princesses and watching fairytale-themed movies. Dresses to me then were big and beautiful and colorful.
To the twenty year old me, wearing huge, full-length ball gowns as everyday wear isn’t particularly appropriate in the busy, crowded streets of Hong Kong. Oh no. To the twenty year old me, it’s not about having the fullest skirts or the brightest of colors anymore. It’s now all about the elegance and the regality with a tiny dash of mystery. It’s all about the Little Black Dress or, as we so graciously shortened to, LBD.