Friday, July 09, 2004

Paris Couture - Day 3

Elie Saab - Glam-mooooour. Spider webbed sequins, high-waisted disco pants (Photo 6 espec), very lovely. Of course, Hollywood stylists will soon make this stepford wifed blah. Like Oscar, this designer is just very good at making pretty perfection. There’s certainly nothing wrong with that, although it’s something I usually fault a designer for. In this case (and in Oscar de la Renta’s), I feel there’s still a love of fashion and risk mixed in with the faultless designs. Not crazy for the members only jackets over some of the dresses and is that *three* wedding dresses at the end?

Jean Paul Gaultier - DESPISE the hats and fringe, but love the sweater boots. Are those pant-boots in Photo 4? There’s a whole disco-robin hood thing here that I’m not digging…I feel like you need an eagle on your forearm to wear this. Maybe I just feel this way because of the overabundance of capes – something I’ve been toying with in my head for the last few years. I have this green plaid cape of my mother’s that I have yet to figure out the best way to wear. I think you will def see it this year though. I will not be wearing it with a fedora, fyi and Photo 25 is wow.

Wednesday, July 07, 2004

Paris Couture Fall-Winter 2004-5

I know it's been days and days and days. I have a lot to discuss, but first things first!

Dior - Well you already know how I feel about that. Sigh.

Ahhhh, Valentino. He always gets it right. Always wearable but not in the slightest bit common. He's fantasy if your desire is to be a lady of leisure or the wife of a French president or luxury goods magnate. And tell me who doesnt have such desires. The smartest suits with a more than healthy dose of film noir. A cigarette is required equipment for such a look, as well as a thick coating of knife-edged dragon red lipstick. Photo 18 is what I will meet you in for drinks, where you can tell me the details on how you plan to kill your wife. Photo 21 is what I will wear to the 30th birthday of a dear model friend and where you insult me and I'm forced to toss my dirty martini in your face [sorry dahling]. Photo 28 will be worn to one of the never-ending art gallery openings...though on this particular night I overhear a handsome stranger's plan for stealing the crown piece of the art show, moments before its auction. And, of course, I lounge around the apartment in Photo 43.

Anne Valerie Hash - Her style is a little too floaty-bland-*artiste* for me, though the blouse in Photo 18 is lovely. The multi-layered pleating of the skirt in 25 is also very interesting. As a whole, her style of reconstructed menswear is just not very me. And it's all about me.

Ralph Rucci Chado - I usu view him as the epitome of bland, but the inkling of courrege and 60s style livens things up. A tad. A very sharply dressed woman, no doubt. Perhaps I will wear Photos 9, 20 and 21 when I enter my sixth or seventh decade...Photo 31 is simply lovely though.