Where to
start? Well, any seasoned fashionphile will immediately think of Karl’s tour de
force shows at the Lido BUT this iteration of resort is in no way related to
that other than sand and surf and of course, the absence of Karl or for that matter
a competent designer who couldn’t find more visuals that speak to the location
other than mostly car racing.
For
starters, where is the glamour we all think of when we think of Monte Carlo,
Princess Grace, gambling, money and excess? None of that can be seen here! Here
we have gas station jockeys in coveralls, baseball caps, jogging pants, a tennis
sweater, printed tees and a whole lot of exceedingly generic looking clothes
that are made to be recognizably Chanel by adding some logos, tweeds, oddball
accessories or buttons.
The photos
speak for themselves, her exit at the end speaks for herself as ... do I really
have to go out there? She should be jubilant she is employed by the largest most
successful privately owned label that the entire world of fashion looked to
season after season and yet her body language tells us it’s a drudge for her to
present a collection.
There is no
common thread, no cohesion here ... it’s just pieces ... a jacket here, a dress
there and dare I say, whip out your old Pearl Nippon and get a bright colored Chanel
logo belt and presto you’re chic...........NOT! A granny jacket with tap shorts
or jogging pants is not the story of Chanel but for Virginie, it apparently is
with no explanation. What was the bib fixation? Where was the swimwear? Where was
the glamour, the luxe?
Rant over
... I’m done in and for me there is no excuse valid enough for this pile.
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