Paris started as boring as it finished with the most glorious fashionable fireworks.
Everything was stiff until we got delightfully surprised by, wait for it:
Dries Van Noten and Alexander McQueen, Miu Miu and Stella McCartney.
Dries’ collection was like one of those gigantic Tashen coffee table books: such a good down the memory lane masterpiece that included the best casting of the season. Elegance and chic of the last 25 years condensed in his 100th runway show, those many good looks and models still relevant demonstrated, at least to me, that the desire of newness, the thirst for more, are only a made up social media reality show.
Alexander McQueen’s Sarah Burton once again spoke with nature. She is like the St. Francis of Assisi of fashion, from Scotland to Cornwall, she establishes a poetic conversation with nature at its most crude state. Last season she made a shipwreck into one of the most coveted evening gowns
Stella McCartney was happy tailoring, Faith-ful to her own roots.
Miu Miu closes the festivities covering a majestic staircase in purple faux fur making us want to update our foyer and some Prince moves even before the show started. After the show, if you don’t own a sort of headpiece you are a nobody in life. If you haven’t gotten the memo, the only trend you really need to be conscious of is: headpiece is the new black. You are welcome.
A few extra notes.
An element that all these collections have in common: none of the Insta-stars models were booked for the runway. This could be in between petty, I admit it, or a Gen X thing. They were not missed.
Special mention goes to Chanel that never disappoints and this time catapulted everybody to the Moon and back.
If you haven’t gotten the memo, the only trend you really need to be conscious of is: headpiece is the new black. You are welcome.
It saddens me infinitely that I cannot mention anymore lanvin as one of the highlights of Paris and can't wait to see Alber Elbaz shine again.
