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Byline: Sarah Mower
In avant-garde London fashion circles, it's rare for a designer with a flair for high-impact party dressing to stand up and be counted. But then again, the willowy Roksanda Ilincic (pronounced Ilin-chitch), all Snow White skin and Slavic cheekbones, actually hails from Serbia. Ilincic's airily voluminous coats and boldly colored slivers of satin have been gathering critical accolades for their quirky, couture-ish charm-and shrieks of changing-room delight from customers who can't believe her reasonable price tags. "My things are quite romantic," she says, smiling, "but they have an oddness of color and proportion. I hate it if people say, 'Oh, it's so pretty!' "
That mix of the fantastical and the grounded is Ilincic all over. The appeal is in the uncute and slightly dashed-off look of her things: the unfinished hems on dresses, the massive duchess satin pom-poms plunked on coats, the swooshes of raw net ...