Thierry Mugler, an anecdote

I once tried on a dress by Thierry Mugler at a store in Daikanyama called Eva. It's a select shop, a term I heard first used in Japan, meaning a store with hand picked items: vintage Versace silk blouses, jewelry from Columbia, plastic plates from 1960's America, limited release records and books...you get the point. The stores are usually small, and are run with a staff of one or two people, maybe the majority of the items are the store owner's own private collection, or, possibly, it's their hobby...because these stores are hidden in residential areas, or on the third floor of a building, the merchandise is over priced, they don't advertise, or ever go on sale, I wonder how they stay in business... Anyhow, there are many many select shops in the Nakameguro area, and Eva is one that has vintage designer women's wear. It stocks vintage Hermes silk shirt dresses, vintage Hanae Mori, remade ethnic embroidered pieces, etc. The store owner, Seiko, gets her inventory from online dealers, and stockists, but she keeps her stuff, the good stuff, in the back. This is how I came upon an incredible dress by Thierry Mugler. It was short sleeved with a seam down the middle of the shoulder that curved in an 's' shape, and pointed out a little at the end. It had a wing collar with a snap, and there was a keyhole opening in the front that went down to the bust, just so when you move your shoulders a little bit, you can see some décolletage. The snaps continue down the front until the waist, and the back had some draping, but the dress was fitted from waist down (a really nice silhouette that makes your bum look yum); the length was below the knee, and with a slit in the back. It was forest green, and the material was a stiff, thick worsted wool that could really keep it's shape. so. very. modern. I wriggled into it (realizing later there was a side zipper), put on a pair of pumps, and when I stepped in front of the mirror, it was as if a distinct part of my personality had manifest itself in the reflection. The fit was more than amazing; front, side and back. It was the most stylish suggestive dress one could hope for. It was demure, but the geometrical detailing and cut could not go unnoticed, even to the goggle-eyed chihuahua in the arms of the mistress standing next to you in an elevator. I mean, it had a tenacity, unlike any other dress, that could translate in all languages, and could substantially change your life. This is what I want to make, superficial clothes. The dress wasn't for sale, and that's fine by me. I just wanted to see what I looked like in it.