And so, just for once, there is a story rather than an editorial to share on this beautiful Monday morning.
And just like that Paris Fashion Week, the most exciting, sparkling and glamorous of them all, is over. I always feel a bit sad when it comes to an end as I can enjoy Parisian delights for as long as Paris is happy to generously share them with me.
And there is a list of my unforgettables…
Chloe’s casual elegance with scrumptious cosy coats, signature oh-so-Parisian drop waist silhouette, floaty skirts and delicate lace details.
Lanvin’s collection was probably one of my most favourite ones Alber Elbaz ever did. It was perfect in a way it was structured to fit the body where necessary without losing an ability to flirt with the audience with the help of glittering appliques and yards and yards of draping and crinoline-free deliciousness of full skirts.
Sonia Rykiel looked French and like something a woman could through on first thing in the morning and still look good all day long. It was very inspiring because many looks could have been created with less expensive pieces without loosing the magic.
I also loved Stella McCartney’s sporty, edgy and impeccably tailored clothes. She made me want to wear a suit, something that’s been Mission Impossible until now.
And Valentino, of course, for how can a woman not love those tulip shapes, leather that looks like French lace and feels like butter, not to mention all the pleating, embroidery and princess-worthy glamour?
In addition, there was, of course, Christian Dior that I’ve already dedicated an entire post to.
On the opposite end of the scale was, of course, the one and only Marc Jacobs whom people keep referring to as genius. I am yet to figure out why because the only things I keep thinking of include his carousel extravaganza that was obviously inspired by Chanel Fall/Winter 2008-2009 collection and then the latest Fall 2012 ready-to-wear collection that made me think of Karl’s Chanel Cruise 2007/2008 show again. I guess, using the plane would be too obvious, so Mr Jacobs went for the more budget and space friendly train option. Oh well… Not that I am very surprise. His 2008 Gosta Olofsson’s case and and well-known Oscar de la Renta’s claim about Mr Jacobs being “a mere copyist” are more then enough to prove my point.
Photo source: elle.com
