Has the parade passed us by? Is it over yet? Can we breathe? Can the dresses just stop careening down the runways now? Damn, World Fashion Week is endless. Thankfully they saved the best for last…and no, I do not mean Louis Vuitton. That shizz screams Emperor plenty. That, or, since he is so big in Japan, there is a touch of Harajuku sprinkled in the looks. Besides, LV is far more interested in the bags than the clothes. If you remember correctly, all the LV ensembles worn by the likes of Madonna, Lake Bell (zzz) and Leighton Meester ended up on my “Not Best Dressed List”. No, THE collection of the season, perhaps for the entire world, is Hermes by Jean Paul Gaultier. Chic, chic, chic (at the risk of sounding like Elsa Klensch). Chanel was great too…don’t get me wrong…but I’m just feeling the elegant clean lines of Hermes a bit more.
Besides Hermes, I liked John Galiano. Anyone who references Ye Olde Hollywood is my kind of designer, Elie Saab, Kenzo and Miu Miu. Because by now you all know how I feel about multi-city PR hogging, Miuccia Prada should stay in Milan. She should book-end Milan Fashion Week…period. Naturally, amongst all the fabulousness at the Paris shows there was plenty of nonsense. So, here you go…my mix of good and bad. See you next season. Or tomorrow. xoxo
Things I am over:
As we end our world wide tour de force of fashion…please leave you comments.
Abe- I thought your comments were really funny!!