Savile Row Collection 2024

Ania photographed by Bruno Ripoche

London, England.

Aristocat and obviously feline, ballerina, mischievous, limit
teen and graceful entrechats, I slip between the drops, dancing,
undulating, I avoid the puddles until Savile Row. My taylor is rich, coat
Elizabethan wool and doe eyes, boyish trousers, plaid shirt,
oversized cashmere and total look with very British accents, I feel like a Lady,
Mayfair Lady in the open air, rushing into this Rock & Rolls Royce
metallic loaned for the occasion.

And I'm off. Like a rolling stone, after Covent in a hurry
wind and Chelsea without worry, I play the duchesses made in England on the
docks, heading to Westminster, looking for my mysterious Mister. He
missing, I have Balmoral but I'm holding on, want to go shopping, I have the market
bag that I need to forget and then if not, I will order an Ale or two at the
Churchill Arms, singing a tune of my own: “La Mode Save The Queen”.