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?
... I’m done in and for me there is no excuse valid enough for this pile.
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