In a huge
departure from my usual commentary, venue is on the menu first! So, yeah,
message received … A Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grande Jatte. What you find out
is that there is one thing
Arnault cannot buy and that is
the weather. So on this blistering hot day, the fans were all alfutter and
perspiration was aplenty. You would think that they could find a shaded area to
construct their ‘’temple.’’ BTW, the scale of the venue dwarfs the clothes and
the clothes are nowhere near
spectacular enough to measure up and
outshine the surroundings.
That being
said now we can move onto the clothes which of course leaves the door wide open
to discussion. So from what can be assumed or deduced is that we have Seurat, a
whiff of Rabanne or is that supposedly an updated chain mail, some Goth or
medieval influences, a bit of boudoir, an army of nondescript dresses and an
ode to the New Look! There are of
course, “freaks of fashion” abounding such as mismatched sleeves, organza
sleeves on wool jackets, a boatload of shoes that only amplify the sad side of
the clothes and compound the felony but lastly there is a new element that
Rif-Raf has introduced and that is “fashion vandalism!” What possesses this man
to think that adding a “bell bottom” to the sleeve of a bar jacket is great
design or for that matter any design?
There are
the de rigeur lavish embroideries but they are reserved for dresses that have
no shape and seemingly are 2 panels sewn together with no shape. The oddly
proportioned monk’s coats or cloaks or whatever they are seem not only to be out
of place but out of touch with reality ... any reality! Let’s examine what has
been dubbed, by me, the Victor Victoria or “one sleeve wonder” pieces which are
coats, jackets and dresses that have one set in sleeve and one cape like slit
sleeve. Can we talk about so many models clutching the front of these outerwear
pieces as if there was a chill in the air? What effect does this evoke?
The
highlight came early on with the New Look pieces but sadly they were taken too
literally and again made that much worse by those ghastly shoes and the less
than flattering length, unless of course this is 1947. It is sad that Rif-Raf
cannot extrapolate and massage the house codes in such a way that they look
contemporary rather than vintage.
In the end, the
pandering and fawning can begin. Rif-Raf can blah blah blah and maybe the dawn
will come sooner than later!
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