Dior was not into pale. (Subtle? Wha?) Instead, they trotted out Victorian style jackets, top hats and dominatrix boots before bringing out gowns and cocktail dresses that felt like the final draft of what Galliano's been up to the past few seasons. In short, pretty! (Must have elbow length colored gloves. Will my glove fetish ever end?)
Red carpet king Elie Saab also dabbled in the trends of pastels and hints of exposed undergarments, but overall it felt mundanely familiar. Those are not words I want from my haute couture. Crazy, whackitude, and that's a lot of dress are much better words.
Now that Valentino has retired from the house that bares his name, I worry about the direction it will go. If the incoherent color block suits with highlighter yellow pops and a faint whiff of Avatar are any hint of the new path, I'm not on board.
Givenchy had feathers, and thus, my heart.
Jean Paul Gaultier took his boob-centric show on the road with clear influences from Mexican cowboys, Acoma, Aztecs, Mayan and even the Central American jungle.Goddess, cowboy, jungle flower.
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