Fashion Week is more than just an opportunity for designers to show their works with overblown, overpriced shows and overstuffed parties; it's also a chance for journalists to show off their linguistic talents, waxing poetic on hemlines and using language such as "socialite-a-polooza." Amidst the Pulitzer-worthy coverage, we've found one particularly compelling gem, courtesy of Nicole Phelps' review of the Lela Rose show, published on Style.com:

But there was an oddly charming white gown with ruffles down the back that looked like what you'd get if an angel and a stegosaurus got together to make babies.

We know what you're thinking: Um, what the fuck, Conde? But just focus for a moment, and you know exactly what she's talking about:

Fashion Week: Where Purple Prose Goes to Die a Fabulous Death

Truly, a stunning collection.

Lela Rose Runway Review [Style.com]