You knock my socks off. I really dig your work, each individual piece that you churn out reaffirms my love for fashion that got me into it from the start.

But, sigh, not only are your pieces on the really pricey side, they are nowhere to be purchased in the city where I currently reside.

One thing that is accessible to me, however, is a tailor. I printed out photos of the vest from all angles, and guiltily asked my tailor to copy them to the dot.

Dearest Raf, because you seem like a really nice guy, I would like to apologize for knocking you off.

Rest assured that when the funds make themselves available to me, I shall purchase a piece from your label as an act of reparation.
Love,Izzy
P.S. This is me, by the way:


This got me thinking though, if I can't stand the sight of counterfeit LV handbags and cheap Y-3 knockoff apparel, how can I be wearing an almost exact replica of a vest by Raf Simons? In matters of inspiration and imitation in fashion, where must one draw the line?
In other news, a futile attempt at street style photography, my picks at yesterday's Philippine Fashion Week Holiday 2009 shows:

