“I Mean…What?!?” – Abe Gurko

Who doesn’t look forward to the Paris shows? Oh…I see. Well then, let’s focus on the people like me who are very interested in what the great French houses are doing for the season. As the Paris shows wind down World Fashion Week (my new favorite term), I look forward to that large mug of coffee while perusing Women’s Wear Daily, style.com and Cathy Horyn’s review in The New York Times. I love that WWD glides over hot messes and style.com’s willingness to sift out the nugget of gold from the muck…except in the case of Maison Martin Margiela…yikes. But it truly is a joy to look at the beautiful pieces by Albert Elbaz for Lanvin or admire the rock steady assuredness of  Nicolas Ghesquière’s collection for Balenciaga. These are the highlights for sure…and much, much more. Like in every other fashion week town from Mumbai to Madrid, there are some real doozies. One can’t help loving these designers who are so full of themselves, or cocaine, that they convince themselves that every piece in the collection is a must-have…or is key to making the “statement”. The dreaded statement, the sound bite, the inspiration, a.k.a. the verbal nonsense of the collection. Case in point:

Now…if he wants to dress rockers for stage…then this works. But if that is the case, oh, whatever. No one listens to me anyway. More from Paris all week. Stay tuned.