Being flummoxed and
befuddled cannot disguise what was presented. In a seismic shift... at least
for me... Spring at Maison Margiela is almost shockingly tasteful and wearable
save the pieces that are supposedly attributable to or reminiscent of the namesake designer. The
question that arises is this … "am I just so disgusted and bored with what’s been
show on the majority of runways that even this yawn of a collection looks good
or is the collection really as good as it looks?”
Having never been a Margiela
fan… ever... it is difficult to assess the collection other than on face value.
The tailoring is beautifully executed, the duster coats are perfection and the
precision of the suitings is worthy of any “tailored” brand BUT, the question
is... “Does anyone come to Margiela for that?” in my mind, there should have
been the aura of Galliano or a presence but such is not the case unless it is the
tailoring that has become his signature here and not his sense of fantasy. It
saddens me to even bring up Galliano as he is no longer an eponymous brand but
neither has he really established his imprimatur on this brand; unless of
course that’s the idea!
So... like it? … Yes! … Love it? … No … Surprised? Yes...
groundbreaking? No... But thank god it wasn’t some mad scientist’s or some
student’s vision of what menswear should be! Raw edges and a few jackets tied
around the waist are not exactly flourishes that leave one breathless oh ...
and those sheer collage shells!
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