When your seamstress tells you she's also a designer, you know you’re in trouble. (Even more so when your seamstress is right next-door to Reformation). So when Ludmilla on Melrose approached me in the fitting room– half undressed and vulnerable – with a one-of-a-kind sparkly blush leather tank top, I had no choice but to submit to her mighty couturier power and surrender my Visa. To be honest…she had me at sparkles.
Photography by Goldie Rosenfeld