Another 3 days have passed and another wave of disbelief about how many groundbreaking collections can fit into those little 3 days has hit me. (And major shows like Louis Vuitton, Chanel, Céline or Saint Laurent still haven’t taken place yet.)
In this second part of Paris Fashion Week, my favorites were Paco Rabanne which hasn’t shown anything spectacular per se but just keeps on catering to my inner boyish Carrie Bradshaw, Vanessa Bruno because, duh, Parisian chic, Rick Owens because he introduced my all time second favorite color (gold) to his voluminous, structural signature pieces, Raf Simons for pushing the limits of ugly elegance, a term btw I never knew existed until 2 years ago, at Christian Dior, Loewe because it’s basically a more colorful J.W. Anderson and there’s nothing wrong with that. Isabel Marant was what you probably have expected from her, which should get boring but still it’s pretty enough to make you get over that. Balenciaga was boring for me in shapes but really interesting in details and finally, I think it’s safe to say that Maison Margiela is where John Galliano was supposed to be designing for the whole time, not Dior. Don’t get the model hunches though, probably has a sentimental-symbolic meaning. Not getting into that.
image sources: the cut, style.com