Paris, Milan, Abu Dhabi, Los Angeles or Timbuktu, the
problem was that the collection belonged to Raf Simons and Dior. Even with all
the hubbub about being shown in Brooklyn, which is such a “me too” move that one can only
laugh, the clothes remain the product or end game for a designer who would
rather talk and enthuse and intellectualize than design flattering clothes that
might even be vaguely associated with a brand that has survived world wars,
endless fashion trends and even disgrace.
Supposedly the overriding inspiration was the scarf and
supposedly this was some sort of exercise to extrapolate that into this mess of
clothes that went from true Dior classics to this notion of the so called new
modern Raf era Dior. Frankly, the new
Dior, if one is to judge from yet another yawn worthy collection, is one that
seems to be generic as it could the clothes of any brand and any designer. The
fawners will carry on about the prints which were surely less than stellar and
newsworthy and the techno fabrics and all the nonsense that is part of parcel
of Raf Simons but the end result is the same ... yah so?
In essence, since I don’t discuss front row and venue, the
show was okay for me... nothing more and surely a lot less. Besides showing 66
pieces which were mostly far from earth shattering or exciting, one might say
the show was extremely commercial and as always some very difficult to wear or
very unflattering. In this case if you don’t take in to account all the
intellectual gymnastics that are employed and accompany a Simons/Dior
collection, you might say this collection is very Macys advanced sportswear!!
Aside from a few beautiful jackets and coat dresses and coats this was just
another “who cares” collection just not as confrontationally or blatantly
unattractive.
The reaction is one more time the same... Take away the
press release, all the cerebral exercises, and the front row and what’s left…
ho hum!
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