URGH! Say it ain’t so! My beloved Aymeline has gone blonde (how terribly dull) and don’t even get me started on Alexander Wang’s show. Believe it or not this is one of the least offensive looks from the whole thing. I don’t even know if it’s one of those collections which will grow on me, I can’t even see if it’s well done, because it’s just so effin ugly that it’s blinded the aesthetic centres of my brain. Christ preserve us all.
Upon closer inspection this collection continues to dazzle, each new shot revealing another layer of intention and reference.
And a close up/back view of the look of the season for me. This is simply perfect. The embroidery delicately outlining the seams of the bodice, the long, sheer sleeves, the layered skirt with weight adding a hint of movement - perfect.
Aaaaaaand just like that, I have the urge to grow my hair long and dye it dark, just to pull off this look of austerity and grace. The incredibly ornate, almost arabesque embroidery on the gown probably wouldn’t hurt either.
What makes an enduring model isn’t just the skinny, coat-hanger body, the lanky strut, the willingness to go walk, go sit, go stand. There’s a certain magnetism to the face, something that means you can’t look away even when they’re not deliberately posing.
I haven’t heard of this girl before, but I feel like we’ll be seeing more of her.
Too beautiful. I can’t even think of any beauty or hair notes to provide here, I’m too transfixed by Sasha’s ethereal gaze.
Love, love, love the colour palette and the artful drapery at Prabal Gurung. Also love the tone-on-tone coordination, the play of textures, the styling. Everything.
I always feel a little annoyed at myself for being sucked in and enjoying an Elie Saab. Like, you KNOW it’s just such obvious celeb fashion, awards-show-baity. You can pretty much go through the show and figure out who each look was designed for - ok, there goes an Amber Heard, there goes a Keira Knightley, here’s a Blake Lively, etc etc.
But, that said, the looks ARE consistently pretty and if not conceptually challenging, then at least not lacking in execution. This season’s show if anything demonstrated a slight development and progression - only from pastels, through a rather unexpected and frankly ugly sort of mustard colour, through to a tinge of black gradually deepening the gowns like nightfall. A basic concept perhaps, but still pretty.
What I’ll also point out is that Saab opened the show with a model of colour, and some of the bigger, splashier and perhaps more important looks were given to the few non-white models on his runway. It’s sad that in 2014 a designer should be applauded for not sending out only white girls, but here we are.
What is it about couture that brings out the absolute blandest, most faceless girls in the industry?? I mean no shade to whatever-her-name-is up there, but seriously I’m scrolling through the shows and just do not recognise ANY of these people. The exception is Chanel, where I imagine Karl has to fight a few of his own impulses to make the casting decisions - do you hire simple clothes-hangers so that the clothes & the concept (i.e., his genius) are the focus? Or does he give in to his love of the modern and cede to the contemporary yen for “Face” girls who will be endlessly blogged, reblogged and instagrammed? It must be a tough one for him.
Valentino have gone the former route, obviously. And my god, but these clothes are beautiful. Dear sweet lord. Isn’t the colour and the texture of that tulle just perfect? Just heart-breakingly beautiful?? If it was just the tiniest shade lighter the effect just wouldn’t be the same. Look at that perfectly-outlined bodice, simultaneously recalling the toile, which reminds you this is couture and this is craftsmanship, and yet also brings to mind the fifteenth-century High Gothic to Renaissance effect of a Botticelli, with the outline of a figure describing its graceful, plastic curves?
I’M BACK, BABY!! Nothing like the couture shows to reignite your love of the whole show carousel. I’ve submitted my thesis and while I no longer need fashion writing as a creative outlet while I drive myself crazy with academia, I still love looking at beautiful girls in beautiful clothes.
Ok that came out a lot creepier than intended. Maybe I’m a little rusty at this.