Wednesday, March 1, 2017

Saint Laurent PFW fall 2017



Here, with me there is no spin... it is all about the truth... of course, as I see it but trying to be objective by speaking of fashion in a professional way minus the fawning or the regurgitation of a press release.
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Let’s say that Vaccarello has missed his moment. This should have been a breakout moment to shed the shackles left behind by the departed Hedi but instead all he did was perpetuate the legacy, if you will, that the past designer left behind … how sad! Think of cooking left overs for the second or third time! One might argue why fix what’s not broken but on the flip side one might say YAWN! BTW Anthony… that Gucci boy stole your thunder but then again, you gave it to him on a silver platter....he is just copying himself but you are rehashing and trying to one up the one who came before you!
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Let’s talk about the heavy handedness and theatricality of it, the almost coma inducing ennui event replete with 1001 variations on a theme. The pre-crush boots ala QVC, the non-runway worthy majority and then of course the fact that it is almost entirely black … there was some minor diversion in candy wrapper blue and green and a more commercial, well sort of, Strasse group which called to mind more Tom Ford than Saint Laurent  and by that I mean YSL.  The excessive use of leather which comes off clumsy to say the least and then again there is nipple gate which is now hackneyed beyond words especially how it was rendered in this collection. Dare I mention the flying buttresses of ruffles!
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On the plus side at least the so called models didn’t look as strung out as Hedi’s but surely not up to the task of showing off the 1000s of Euros worth of clothes that hung off them as they paraded down that endless runway. 
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Let the swooning begin… whose tongue is longest? Who’s got damp pants this season?