I had driven by and the window displays had caught my eye, but even more so the glimpse of what I saw on the floor through the open door intrigued me. I had been dating my guy for at least 5 years and ever since I had walked by a small boutique in Marina Del Rey and seen a beautiful Amalia Carrera strapless ballgown, I couldn't get it out of my head wondering if it might look as lovely on me as it did all on its own. When my friend told me she had gotten her wedding dress from Les Habitudes and described a gothic black lace with hanging sleeves, I knew I could not shop for a gown without including this store.

I had a taste for handkerchief tiers but also for corset tops and Eve of Milady gowns that were voluminous and billowing, and I described this and the other I had seen to the consultant I spoke with for a few minutes one afternoon when I had been in the neighborhood and decided to take a look around on a whim. I was alone, so I had time to just explore a chit chat about myself and my guy and give her idea of what my tastes were.

When she came back with a few items to try on, I must have made a disapproving face at one of the selections because it was almost the exact opposite of what I had talked about. She immediately put up her hands to deflect the protest, saying, "I know, I know, it's not what you asked for, but would you mind just trying it on, as a favor to me?" I had no place to be, so I agreed and we were off to the fitting room with her selections.

I had put on the other two, and then decided to put on her pull, which from the look of it, I would NEVER have even looked twice at it or even remotely thought of trying it on, as it just seemed almost like a pile of rags there. It did feel nice and soft as I slipped it on though, but as I turned around to see myself in the mirror, I actually understood what it meant to say something was breathtakingly stunning, as I literally gasped at what I saw. I saw myself and felt likr I might have been gazing through a portal at another dimension where I had become the best me I could have become, and did everything right and made all the right choices and became a goddess in that world, and that is how I would have looked on my wedding day. I was blown away and couldn't even tell you what the other dresses were as they were nothing after that one. It. Was. Perfection.

It was so perfect because it didn't overtake ME at all. Everything else I had looked at, even the Amalia one from the other store, you saw the DRESS look so beautiful, but this one made ME the whole focus, and it was instantly without question THE dress for me. She knew it, and I knew it, that nothing else I might try would ever top that. It was my dress, because it suited not only my complexion and coloring, but also my figure and somehow so perfectly fit my PERSONALITY as much as the rest. I can't say it fit my style, because it didn't at all speak to me on the hanget, but IN it, it was as though I was made for it, or it was made for me and I have never felt so powerful and perfect. It almost seems like a bit magical that she found that one dress that was everything I didn't even know I needed. I think we barely even said anything after that, as there weren't any questions other than "How much?" It even came in at less than half of what the Amalia gown cost.

Sadly, I didn't ever get married, but I am forever grateful to that consultant, who was damned good at her job, for showing me how it might have been. It's almost a pity that only she and I ever saw me in that gown, because I will have only my memory of it and no one else to confirm how incredible I looked and felt. Or maybe it's better that no one else saw, because it may well have been one of those dangerous types of beautiful that ruins kingdoms out of jealousy of those who possess it, where men kill each other, willing to war over claim to it, and women are bitter and backstabbing with envy. It was Helen of Troy level incredible, so maybe its pupose was just to empower me finding out how I COULD have been...

I will keep the card with the price and the note "Parson Dress" that she wrote on the back of it,as proof that it was real snd just a dream I had. At least I got to have that even though I never got married.

Four years ago I happened to walk into Les Habitudes while shopping with my mom on Robertson. At that moment I told my mom my wedding dress would be from this store. There is no other bridal shop that sells anything like the romantic, unique, one-of-a-kind dresses that you'll find at Les Habitudes. When I got engaged 3 1/2 years later, a visit to Les Habitudes was one of my first priorities. I did not even look at any other bridal stores or designers! At Les Habitudes, the whole process was fun and easy. I described what I wanted and their team immediately picked out several beautiful options. I decided on a beautiful sea-foam green dress by Trash Couture. The whole process took less than an hour. Since the dress is one-of-a-kind, I took it home with me that day and didn't bring it back until it was time for alterations. The alterations were quick, and April and her team customized my dress even further with their unique visions. It was absolutely perfect, and all of my guests said they had never seen anything like it and that it was so "me." I hope I have more events in the future that will require dresses from Les Habitudes!

Truly the stuff dreams and fantasies are made of. THE place to go for your dream gown. The service: impeccable. I cannot say enough good things about them.

I mainly liked them because I was able to try on dresses and buy a unique one off the rack. Really -- why does a pre-designed white dress really take 9 months to make? Answer: there is no reason. My guess is that they want brides to lock in the dress before the crazy ones change their minds. I was very frustrated because when April was trying to sell the dress to me, she said an alteration could be done in a day. However when I flew down from SF, I was told they'd have to mail it back to me. In the end, the tailor rushed it but they could have done a more thorough job if they knew the situation. They basically treated the dress like it was a rush event, did it in less than a business day, but Les Habitude caused stress for all of us involved.
Recommend it for unique hassle-free dresses but not if you're not in LA and not aggressive enough to call them out on something. But trust me, that did not make for a fun day.