Let's
begin with ma première passion, Galliano for Dior. Forget for a moment
you saw the grand Dior 60Th anniversary collection, even then, from the
couture crazed master, what you would, I would, anybody would expect, is
a magnanimous show, with enormous proportions skillfully tailored into
extended designs, and lots of drama of course. That's Galliano. But
there was a surprise element this time. The collection was actually down
to earth, I am telling you. Call it the taming of l'enfant sauvage, but
he really managed to present a stunning collection without the mad
child element.
Okay
let me not glorify him anymore, and discuss the collection instead. The
theme was Sting's "Englishman in New York" which Galliano beautifully
interpreted though old school glamour, revival of the twenties through
forties styling, complete with pinstripe pantsuits and cabaret styled
lingerie dressing. There was shimmer, there was shine, there was
definite glamour; there was chiffon, charmeuse, beautiful draping,
shoulder pads (ek!), sequins, lippy cat print, embroidered jackets,
suspenders....too many elements, tied together to fit just right.
Yohji
Yamamoto's collection would have better fit a fall/winter category -
all black with some silver, and a little bright florals- is not what you
want to see on a spring collection that is to follow a grey winter. I
am not, by any means, saying he is not a genius. He ranks pretty high in
my personal list of creative designers that are out there, But this
collection didn't do much justice to his génie. The theme was overused,
feminine cross masculine. And although the collection fell short of my
expectations, I cannot, not praise the shaping, texture and proportions
he showcased. There were lethargic jumpsuits and full bodied hoop
skirts, with draped dresses flowing in between the gaps. There
definitely were a few admirable pieces in there - admirable not for the
we arability but for the construction and design.
I
understand the whole "future is now" thing fashion has been gyrating
towards. But even with that I have difficulty understanding Balenciaga's
collection. Okay I confess, I did like the whole beetle armoured
outfits at first, and a few prints were just fascinating. So I was
expecting a whole morphing to take place to complete the collection.
Instead, the bettles paraded, one after the other, in what seemed like
the same design, in different prints and colors. And in the end they
morphed into robotic figures (again the duplicates in various colors).
My interest was hinged on the architectural structuring and the
construction of the fabrics that are otherwise used to drape feminine
curves.
Vivienne
Westwood's collection is named 56 (after the number of days the British
Labour government proposes to hold terror suspects in jail without
trial), although I think, a better name for it would have been "from the
curiosity closet onto the runway". What happens when the inspiration of
a collection comes from various unrelated sources? It results in a
clueless untied collection. But it indeed was an interesting and
beautiful mess (as tagged by style.com). There was an array of colors,
fabrics, patterns, and design elements; all loosely packed to resemble
borrowed fairytale figures. It was crazy but fun, and c'mon that's what
we expect of her, don't we?