So I completely ignored Couture back in January and I know some of youse (listen to me talk like a Yankee!) have complained about it, so here’s a little bit of fashion musing over the past fashion week doings.
So I’ve got to say I haven’t been moved thusfar in Paris, and I’m especially disappointed in the Galliano show. We love John Galliano. He is our Funky Little Fashion Troll. He loves women, his models almost always have breasts and hips and other lady parts generally shunned by the fashion industry. I love him at Dior and I love the stuff he does for his own house. That being said:
I love this coat.
I want to LIVE in this coat.
I want to marry this coat and cook its dinner and emotionally blackmail it around the holidays.
This coat is made of Bumble scrotum.
but the whole thing sort of struck me as…off. Plus it reminded me a lot of the Gaultier couture show –which I LOVED from crazy beginning to crazy end– and that’s fine and all but c’mon. Is it possible they were both inspired by the Aztec exhibit in London?
To be fair, gimmicks aside, JPG did a fairly Dior-esque show.
But tell me if you didn’t know it was Gaultier that you wouldn’t say it’s Dior.
But Gaultier just seemed better edited and although he had roughly the same tribal theme going on he did it with so much more precision.
Now how fabulous would it have been if someone had worn THIS on the red carpet last Sunday?