Where can I possibly begin to explain what’s wrong with the
design esthetic at the house of Mugler?
Before I go any further, I need to say I was and still am a great fan of
the only and only Thierry Mugler. He
remains an architect of fashion as well as one of the most creative and
imaginative talents of the latter 20th century.
The present design team at the house, which I will refrain
from naming, as I feel they have no idea what to do with the brand and had it
not been for the perfume and the young Clarins heiresses, there would be no
apparel. So, here it is, once you take
the edge and the sharpness off these clothes, it is like melting an ice cube … other you
want water or you want ice or how’s this a razor or a bowl? Where is the brand integrity?
The current offering looks to me like a bowl of oatmeal and
lumpy oatmeal at that. It is abject
silliness to think that these clothes bear the name that once embodied hard
edged brilliantly conceived clothes. I
don’t want you to think that everything Mr. Mugler did was of the wearable or
even close to norm of wearable clothes but then again he only had to live up to
his own hype and he was up the challenge season after season. These 2 are more worried about Gaga or some
other 3rd rate performer than they are about perpetuating a
legendary brand; they are barely designers let alone stylists and every time
they stray from the original DNA, they fail miserably as it always looks like
some poor relation to what once was.
Where is the sexuality, the eroticism and the B&D edge of these
clothes?
If the pundits laud them, it only shows their lack of
respect or knowledge about the brand. I
stick to my review but I remain hopeful that one day there might a collection
that lives up to the legendary name!
P.S…. what’s with the Girl w/ a Pearl headgear?
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