One of the things I miss about working in buying was that year round, as Fashion Week approached, I would be the indirect recipient of the most beautiful and expensively produced invitations from couturiers and small fashion houses around the world.  Milan and Paris Fashion Weeks were of course the times when there were no-holds-barred and we’d get the most beautiful invitations.  Letterpress; silkscreen; plastic overlays; laser-cut plastic; foil- you name it.  It was my job to make sure that my boss got the invitations that he would most certainly care about, but the rest were mine to ogle and dispose of, or (occasionally) hang on my inspiration wall by my desk.

I was reminded of this when reading this article on Hint by Haidee Findlay-Levin, renoun stylist.

*Jealous sigh.