to the elaborate petal dresses made of mongolian fur, ostrich feathers and pleated silk.
When it was announced Kate Middleton was wearing Alexander McQueen to marry Prince William, I feared the label was heading for a softer, more romantic image. Not that there's anything wrong with romance and frothy dreams. That's why I always looked forward to John Galliano's confections for Christian Dior.
While I appreciate that Burton decided to have a show of skill instead of a show for sale (before Alexander McQueen's death, Sarah Burton's job was to translate his runway show into the more wearable clothing they would sell the upcoming season), I feel she's channeling Galliano, not McQueen. McQueen's shows had tension, an off-centerness. One could argue that the gleaming visors and horse-shoe trimmed shoes provide that contrast to this flower extravaganza, but I disagree. No doubt, these clothes are beautiful and finely made, but I have no story review for you this year because these are Dior clothes to drool over, not McQueen characters breathed to life.
Image source: vogue.com.





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