It is no
small coincidence that today also marks the release of still one more book
devoted to the brand of Dior. ( www.nyjournalofbooks.com/book-review/house-dior-seventy ) While the book may focus on haute couture, what is unmistakable is
that there are few brands that can boast the longevity and exquisite body of
work that is Dior. The double edged sword is that unwittingly you will compare
the past glories to the present state which is surely as about as unDior as you
can get …. And that is being kind!
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And now I am absolutely flummoxed by the endless parade of absurdity that
is now Dior. This woman has absolutely no clue as to the house codes, the DNA
and is about as tone deaf as a mute. Let’s speak of culottes, monkey fur, pit
stop jump suits in leather and spandex, pea coats, jumpers, bralettes, a Mao
suit, moon boots, granny dresses, Niki de
Saint Phalle, enough transparent
pleated skirts to rival Christo covering the Atlantic Ocean and of course that Dior standby … bleached
out patch work denim. Can I say WTF was that?
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Apart from some more black suits which she seems to think is the only
color appropriate for a suit, what was that... where is the chic, the glamour
the exquisite workmanship that is Dior… better yet where was the fashion? I
mean using lizards and garden insects not to mention an odd echo of some Moschino
and bad Chanel... what is she thinking.
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Simply said no matter what she might espouse and believe in her own head
this was just an extravaganza of clothes… not beautiful clothes... just clothes
for the sake of clothes... like one long student show with no end and no rhyme
and no reason.
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Quel domage!! Shame on you Monsieurs Arnault and Toledano
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