Since I was a child, I’ve been fascinated by a Tang suit hidden in my grandmother’s chest. I adore her old-fashioned yet resplendent design; I adore the warm and soft handfeel of her fabric as well as her tender smooth lustre; I adore the feminine details on her trim and collar corner. With her frogs, embroidered patterns and edging, Qipao can always remind you of that age where females were loved dearly, cherished and indulged. The film Flower Like Years was in vogue several years ago. Instead of appreciating the film, more female petty bourgeoisies were obsessed with Maggie Cheung’s costumes-over thirty sets of Qipao which were as pretty and coquettish as night roses. They were exceedingly beautiful and tempting. However, what annoys a plain Jane is that Qipao is the most snobbish and ruthless one because of its incapability of hiding ugly parts of body.