Rules are for the fearful, for the scions of antiquities. Now is the time for the style heretic, whose faith in a neo-nobility, means patents with tulles, quilting with satins, ensembles of the surreal and pieces both utilitarian and esoteric. For it is they who conjure the theatre of the elaborate in deliberate and fastidious detail. They delight in the schism of splintered opinions but they leave doubt and normale in their dust
