Philo Philo burning bright (part 2)

the godlike fashioning of mortal grandeur

This is the second of a two-part post. Voilà la première:

I do not think it an overstatement to say Phoebe Philo’s first edit breeds terror in my soul. Terror and beauty are famously, poetically entwined, after all—an amalgam for which Yeats tends to get the lion’s share of the credit, but Blake’s Tyger both predates and, in my opinion, outshines.

For th…