It was hideous. It was fabulous. It was lighter than air; it
was like a leaden balloon. It was as simple as an LBD; it was as ornate as a wedding
cake. It was sliver thin; it was a slab of beef.
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To say that Karl is as sly as a fox is an understatement because
as said these couture collections are
about the ladies... not really about the paid off media but really about the
ones who actually have the dough to spend on their frocks and determine the
success and failure of each collection. My guess is that Chanel has the lion’s
share of clients at this point since no sighted human wants what Mama Mia Maria
is cooking up in the Dior laboratories.
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Chanel speaks to its base ... suits, tweeds, clumsy, delicate,
pastels, black, short, long... You name it and the bases are covered and it’s
safe to assume that the numbers prove it all. Imagine .. Chanel mother of the
bride ... it is almost comical if it wasn’t brilliant.
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Other than the petite wedge bootie, which I loathe and those
silly veiled bouquets planted on the heads of every girl ... there Is not much
new here nor any fashion revelations BUT what you have is a solid salable commercial
collection that begs to be bought by the archdiocese of Chanel.
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Who’s crazy now?
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