Tuesday, September 26, 2017

Dior PFW spring 2018



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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