Couture week, that four-day period when editors descend on Paris to venerate the fiction that enough people still buy $80,000 dresses to justify the expense and bother and fabulousness of the proceedings, is over. How'd everyone do?
Karl Lagerfeld's Chanel couture show was a mish-mash of conflicting styles — but rather than being surprising and awesome, like a peanut-butter-banana sandwich, it was mostly ugly and retch-inducing, like a red wine milkshake. Here is the full Nanny-grunge-Thirties-matador horror.
John Galliano's garden grows very, very psychedelic, if the designer's latest couture collection for Dior is to be trusted. Poufy petal skirts, shocking colors, and floral embroideries aren't exactly new ground for Galliano, but the pollen sure is intoxicating.
Jean-Paul Gaultier is the kind of designer who seemingly lives to take us all on a whirlwind global tour, with corsets, and chinoiserie, and chiffon, and cording. Come along!