On the racks that embrace the room from corner to corner hang the emphatic designs of Saxony's latest collections. With moody lighting humming in the background, there's a sense of connectivity with the store.
After circling the store for some time, I came to the definitive conclusion that I needed all of Saxony in my wardrobe. I'm not exaggerating, I was incredulous at the seamless craft of the fabrics, both delicate and heavy. The fairytale ending to my experience at Saxony was turning over the price tag with a thudding heartbeat without wanting to drop dead.
In fact, I take back everything I said about the Karl by Karl Lagerfeld collection being somewhat accessible to style hungry students (ie. wistful and poor). Saxony is where it's at. It's entirely accessible for anyone to pluck pieces from the store's collection for each season and wear it with the collective envy of all those around them.
My only wish is for Saxony is to pop up somewhere in Brisbane to keep me sane until I make my move on Sydney or Melbourne.
All images/videos credited to Saxony
