If you’ve got more money than your body has cells, there’s plenty you can do with it. You can order a huge, diamond-encrusted dress to wear for an oligarch’s birthday party on the roof of his Miami residence, and then regret picking something you can’t sit in. You might as well buy a bit of spiritual enlightenment to hang above your sofa – a $87 million Rothko, anyone? Or you can have it both ways and invest in pieces of Zen that are also wearable. Two in one, such a bargain!
Karl Lagerfeld isn’t the Kaiser for no reason: of the hundreds – yes, hundreds – of collections he has delivered so far, I can safely bet not a single one was ugly. Whatever he comes up with is stylish, relevant and intricately detailed. This perfection could easily be boring, except that often it’s anything but.
The first two things that I heard about this show were that is was ethnic-inspired and that Raf Simons finally decided to cast black models. Oh no, thought I. Another instance of people of colour being treated as exotic curiosities rather than actual human beings.
Remember the costumes in The Great Gatsby? Of course you do. Such stunners aren’t easily forgotten. But not everyone was equally in awe of them – Miuccia Prada faced some criticism over their historical inaccuracy. Were the naysayers right? Yes and no. Yes, because no one with basic knowledge of fashion history could mistake Daisy’s dresses for authentic 1920s designs. No, because the pieces achieved the desired effect – one that more “realistic” styles would not.
For the next week, I’ll write nothing but reviews of haute couture shows. I’ll praise some, criticize others, and even give them star ratings.
Who am I to dare even think of questioning the megnificence of Dior or the genius of Karl Lagerfeld? Why, a young girl who tackled putting words into sentences and managing a simple WordPress site. In a word, a blogger.