Well gang it's official!! Fawning, not spawning, and gushing
season has begun!
Yes Ricky Ticki,
as I like to call him, gave NYC a dose of what some called a show for the masses
(1000 or so) ... well that’s of course if you happen to be among the chosen. Be
that as it may, let’s talk about clothes as that’s what this is all about
supposedly unless of course you are the type who gives a rat’s ass who sits
front row and which ediatrix sat where and with how many of her entourage or
who designed the set or the venue or any of this superfluous crap that seems to
overtake the real meaning and purpose of the event ………..C L O T H ES!
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So without further ado, let’s talk about
Spring 2016 from Givenchy by Riccardo Tisci. Some time ago these clothes would
be called loungewear. One is reminded of Liz Taylor in Cat on a Hot Tin Roof or
Butterfield 8 in her satin lace trimmed full slip sprawled languidly on a bed
or swilling bourbon at her dressing table. There were designers like Fernando
Sanchez (google), John Kloss
(google) and even Eve Stillman (google)
who turned loungewear into garments that looked like they could be worn on the
street or to a party and now we have Ricky Ticki doing just the opposite.
Maybe there was also Vanity Fair or Van Raalte that ran the ads of a woman in
her underpinnings or peignoir at a fancy dress event, at the opera or stepping
into a limo! Don’t let me forget those odd Grès-eque numbers with the tortured twisting
and turning over lace which seemed to be silly at best.
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All satin and lace and such but no matter how you slice it,
it all looked like loungewear or sleepwear. Yes, there were a few pieces thrown
in that reflect Tisci’s abilities when it comes to haute couture and no, they
made no sense whatsoever with the rest of the collection. These pieces, aside
from looking very McQueenish or retooled from past collections, served as a
palette cleanser of sorts and most certainly were a flexing of the brand’s
couture muscle as they no longer show a full collection during Haute Couture.
As a whole, the collection was repetitive and yawn worthy especially with the
extremely limited color palette as is Tisci’s wont each season.
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So, if we were on American Bandstand, let’s give it a 60 as
you can wear it, you might look sexy in it, there’s a lot of lace, it’s very
feminine to say the least, but it’s a whole lot of so what and who cares. Carine
will wear it and still look a bit long in the tooth to wear it, Anna will coo
over it, maybe Donatellamommamia will
model it , and Blah Blah will wax poetic
about all the silly ephemera that doesn’t matter because who cares. In essence ... It’s about what was expected...
no surprises here and really … he didn’t disappoint!
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