Monique Lhuillier doesn't trade in fashion for mortals--the sorts of people who stoop to wear snow boots in the front row. Instead, she designs for clients whose earliest obligation of the day arrives around cocktail hour; she outfits women who feel most themselves at red-carpet events. It's only minimally confounding that these women don't really exist. Even VIP show attendees Lydia Hearst, Bridget Moynahan, and Connie Britton probably have to take out the garbage at some point. The secret to L...
Monique Lhuillier doesn't trade in fashion for mortals--the sorts of people who stoop to wear snow boots in the front row. Instead, she designs for clients whose earliest obligation of the day arrives around cocktail hour; she outfits women who feel most themselves at red-carpet events. It's only minimally confounding that these women don't really exist. Even VIP show attendees Lydia Hearst, Bridget Moynahan, and Connie Britton probably have to take out the garbage at some point. The secret to L...
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