At the beginning of his
fashion demolition career, it had occurred to me that he was a fool. As his
trajectory continued, the clownish collections he has shown have catapulted him
to this sort of iconic status via media hype and fawning bought and paid for reviews.
With this current collection, my gut tells me that this is so forced, so trying
to be eccentric that the engine must be losing steam. All that bullcrap blah
blah blah is just that BUT then there are for the pieces … I STRESS PIECES...
that are truly amazing but are out of reach for the majority of his status
seeking fashion victim clientele.
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For the first time, I was able to see PIECES that could translate
to sales and appeal but it is with this piling on of intentionally overly
distracting and eccentric inducing accessories,
anything resembling wearable clothes is pretty well hidden. This is all about
shock value for the sake of shock and awe.
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There aren’t many collections that
can be described as being an ode to Rollerina but alas here it was. Not to
mention that thrift stores worldwide must be damp with excitement and the
prospect of yet another banner season fueled by yet another fashion carnival.
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Pigeon toed fat ankled models don’t exactly add any mystique
nor the purposely absurdly heavy lace tights worn with clumsy, dowdy or just
plain odd shoes. Without a doubt, if not for accessories, the brand would be
paddling water. Once upon a time, not long ago, I recall reading how the brand wasn’t
interested in pursuing logo mania but alas, I guess Michele was lost in his own
world of more is better and far too self-involved to have read that missive.
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Yes, the scarf archive has been raided and clothes resemble
anything from actual clown suits and kimonos to actual Halloween costumes but
the important element of these collections is the HYPE, the regurgitated
ramblings of this addled young man who has come to believe his own press.
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Rather than go on let’s see how many adjectives I can find t
describe this spectacle of bad taste… peculiar, nerdy, Chanel-ish, funereal, clownish,
heavy handed, forced, off the charts, nerdy, repellent, masturbatory, childish,
unnecessary, deliberate, overdone, chaotic, purposely outlandish and I’m guessing there
must be about 20 or 30 more but I think I made my point.