1.0Soft Sensibilitieshttps://kimberlypearl.co/blogKimberlyhttps://kimberlypearl.co/blog/author/kimberlypearl-92gmail-com/rich600338<blockquote class="wp-embedded-content" data-secret="h1eheM4929"><a href="https://kimberlypearl.co/blog/stella-ella-ella/">Stella, -ella, -ella</a></blockquote><iframe sandbox="allow-scripts" security="restricted" src="https://kimberlypearl.co/blog/stella-ella-ella/embed/#?secret=h1eheM4929" width="600" height="338" title="“Stella, -ella, -ella” — Soft Sensibilities" data-secret="h1eheM4929" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" class="wp-embedded-content"></iframe><script type="text/javascript"> /* <![CDATA[ */ /*! This file is auto-generated */ !function(d,l){"use strict";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&"undefined"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!/[^a-zA-Z0-9]/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),c=new RegExp("^https?:$","i"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display="none";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute("style"),"height"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):"link"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute("src")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener("message",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener("DOMContentLoaded",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll("iframe.wp-embedded-content"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute("data-secret"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+="#?secret="+t,e.setAttribute("data-secret",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:"ready",secret:t},"*")},!1)))}(window,document); //# sourceURL=https://kimberlypearl.co/blog/wp-includes/js/wp-embed.min.js /* ]]> */ </script> We all love Stella, -ella, -ella, -ay, -ay, -ay… Okay. So I kind of, sort of, really despise that song after hearing it replay on the radio an infinite amount of times. Yet for all intensive purposes to create a somewhat catchy and/or witty post title, I have decided upon this. End of discussion! We all love Stella McCartney; it’s safe to assume so. She is one of my favorite designers of all time, each one of her collections epitomizing (I’m beginning to realize that I use this word too often for my own good) femininity; every piece is classic, sophisticated, sweet, and minimalistic – which is, of course, why I’m in love. Those little dresses are always amazing and cause immediate reactions of pining and drooling simultaneously. The woman should attach some sort of warning label before presenting her RTW shows. For me it all began with her Spring/Summer 2007 RTW show, where I fell in love with the cuts and color palette. It was a beautiful arrangement of colors; whites, neutrals, pops of blue & green, and black – all the most classic colors that should be found in every woman’s wardrobe. Stella simply makes a woman love being a…http://lacouturiernyc.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/stella-mccartney-spring-07-1.jpg