People say that one can lose one's self in the moon, and gazing at this dress, I fully understand their lunar fever. One also can lose one's self in a river, though in a different fashion. Among the surging Herculean current, enlightenment is within reach. Fashionistas do not desire rivers or celestial bodies, however, simply clothing. Perfectly coiffed curves and ruffles reminiscent of an era long bygone, of elegance and refinement, adventure and imperialism, complement the majestic bodice and the vivid hues of burnt sienna and British racing green. This dress truly evokes vintage fashion and the carefree days of high living and hard dying. The fit? Perfect. Walking down the ever so bustling streets of my town, I received only the warmest of complements. Ever since the fateful humid summer night, the night my personal Luna, as full of radiance and mystery as the original, my life, dreary, dull, and suburban has turned into a whirlwind of excitement and beauty as the upper echelons of fashionistas took me under the ModCloth draped wing. Not once did I look back.