We’re in Milan now. Well I’m not, but the shows are.
I’m still here in Austin, nursing what might actually be the hamthrax and wondering how long it will be before I can go home and unearth my jammeroos, which are the pj’s I wear exclusively when I’m sick.
I’ll go back and do London later and talk about the three “plus size models” used in a show that caused two stylists to quit. I say “plus size” because two of them were American 8’s and 10’s, there was one size 12. The show was awful and the clothes are ugly, but read Style Spy’s reaction to tide you over.)
I don’t really know what to make of the Dolce and Gabbana show. I DO know they had several bloggers sitting in the front row, which I think is swell, and since I’m in big drop-drawers love with dinner jackets right now I loved pretty much all of those.
But.
Well, I didn’t HATE it, and I have a feeling it might grow on me, but as it stands right now? Meh.
I think the problem is, this didn’t really feel like a Dolce show to me. It felt like a mediocre Gaultier show with a splash of Dior. Now, a mediocre Gaultier show is still going to rock my casbah, but…I don’t know, I just didn’t love it.
Plus there were 63 exits. That’s a lot of exits. Up close the clothes are all amazing, but seriously, did they even edit at all? The show was all over the place. Do D and G ski *ahem* with Marc Jacobs?
There was the Latin cowboy look which was my favorite motif, providing some amazing jackets:
Loved this jacket, but can’t say I’m digging the pannier pants.
Very much want. But not the pants. It’s like a pumpkin is mourning in her crotch.
Yowza.
It’s tough for a big girl to do a whole severely tailored look, because our bodies fight it, but I do like –and often employ– a mess jacket over a feminine dress.
This look works better on apples than on pears, unless you’re quite tall or very comfortable with your legs since when doing a jacket/dress combo it’s best to keep the dress on the shortish side and wear a heel heavy enough to “anchor” the look.
I was not crazy about the widow’s weeds exits. It seemed messy to me,especially in the wake of Dior’s recent triumph with under-as-outer and lingerie fabrics, especially black Swiss, of which we see a lot in the Dolce show.
It either looked messy:
unfinished:
or just well, whatever the hell this is:
God, that’s a mess.
Which isn’t to say I didn’t like the show, I dug several of the exits including the unfinished one worn by Sessilee Lopez, my model of the moment. it’s just…it left me feeling vaguely dissatisfied. Like it sort of veered of into Givenchy In a Bad Way territory by way of Lady GaGa.
viz:
That’s one immaculately made bordello lampshade!
and did we really need what is essentially a cake wreck in corset form?
There weren’t any Enormous Ball Gowns so who knows what Vogue will do without them –I’m always glad to see them, but I’m just as happy they were given a break– but there were animal prints, because it wouldn’t be Dolce without them:
I’d say we’d see this on Beyoncé, but there isn’t enough gold lamé.
Eva Mendez actually just wore a version of the red, animal print Dolce&Gabbana dress on the red carpet and looked amazing.
Comment by Ali — September 28, 2009 @ 11:19 pm
That’s not the word I’d use for it, but she did wear that print.
Comment by Plumcake — September 29, 2009 @ 7:49 am
The mess? That’s Madonna in 1982. The other cake mess thing? That was her in 1986. Just in case any of you kids missed it on accounta your youth.
The red animal thing could use a slip, so as to make it decent. Maybe that could be gold lame.
Comment by slownews — September 29, 2009 @ 11:21 am
Ignoring the mini skirt, that denim jacket with black lace might be cute matched with a pair of jeans and a plain tank top.
Comment by Beth Rang — September 29, 2009 @ 9:51 pm