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?
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