Mme. Grès

A couturier, with skill in hand. Her gowns, like goddesses, would drape, In fashion's world, she made her shape. A secret life, a hidden flame. Workaholic, day and night, Her creations, a stunning sight. Her gowns, in elegant display. Floor-length robes, like Grecian dreams, A master of the fashion streams. Her work, a true artifice. The female body, she'd respect, In her designs, it would reflect. Inspiring designers, all along. A lasting effect, her work has had, In fashion's world, she'll always be clad. Random page: Vyacheslav Lukhtanov