Sometimes, a picture tells a thousand stories. It can create movement, energy, emotion and humanity in one tiny second. The lens holds firmly a glace, a touch, a breath, a sway that is almost invisible to the naked eye. And, unsurprisingly, here is an awe-inspiring moment captured by The Sartorialist, as he spotted the women in luminescent mandarin cascading down a New York City street like a dream, her ethereal and simple aura taking the very breath from my lips. She is both a literal and figurative entity that can inspire words for no other reason then to tell a story, any story, really. And that is what brilliant photography does, my friends.