. . . have not yet had a chance to peruse much of the resort collections, but always find a way to the usual places first, and the house of valentino never disappoints, with its utterly romantic and sweeping gowns strewn in a million embellished blossoms, layers upon layers of tulle and pretty lace overlays, silks and satins and dainty scalloped trims, the very thing mid-summer nights’ dreams were made of . . .