If you recall, I am not a huge fan of Chanel. What with with Nazi-conspirator angle and La Coco’s alleged suggestion to her seamstresses that they turn tricks to supplement their paltry wages and all. I admire her designs just as I admire Lagerfeld’s (another thoroughly unlikeable beastie) but let’s just put it out there: they all need a good old-fashioned trip to the woodhouse and no mistake.
Get over yourselves. Seriously. You haven’t had a truly interesting collection in YEARS. What have you done that’s really directional, in the past decade? Oh, what’s that? I’m sorry, I can’t hear you, is that ‘nothing’?
I’m glad you re-released the Exclusifs (you know, from back when you guys could make a perfume that smelled like something other than the waiting room of a Malibu free clinic) but I’m hard-pressed to think of anything, ANYTHING of any real artistic worth that has sailed under the Chanel flag in years. The ruble and the yen are keeping you alive and you know it.
Whatever Karl’s brilliance, and I’m not questioning that he is brilliant, he hasn’t put out anything for Chanel that any number of our current designers couldn’t do smarter and better and with 300% fewer unattractive silver rings and insufferable liver-lipped proclamations about clothes being for slim people only.
Chanel as a house as a very specific look: peachy-pink, cream and black, pearls, collarless jackets, bouclé, piping, sportswear, camellias. They’ve developed and refined that aesthetic over very nearly a century and guess what? When you’ve been doing more or less the same thing for a hundred years, it’s going to become part of the fashion vernacular.
To quote Mommie Dearest, “It’s a sword. It cuts both ways.”
Now, I don’t know about you, but I would guess if I ran a company that has had record losses and had to lay off 200 people earlier this year while older and equally-venerable Hermés has shown double-digit gains (oh btw Karl. Gaultier? Could kick your ass with one cone bra tied behind his back.) I wouldn’t be burning my bridges by issuing condescending, over-reaching, faux-cutesy litigious declarations.
I’m over you, Chanel, and you will not see one more penny from Miss Plumcake, so you and your lawyers “detest” away; I’ll be in my rope pearls (which you didn’t invent) at Hermés.