I've been sitting on this post for a while now, waiting for the right words to come to me with a certain ease. But that in itself is representative of Martin Grant's clothes—they're supposed to take your breath away. Beauty is supposed to stop you in your tracks, so that you may admire and reflect on its very nature.
High dressmaking has always been about using the finest fabrics available, but more importantly, everything must be used judiciously. Excess fabric obscures a woman, the right amount illuminates her. Everything here feels like an organic extension of a woman's beauty and while it may be a quiet feat, it's also an exceptional one.