Showing posts with label Dior. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dior. Show all posts

Looking Back: Dior in the Noughties

My noughties theme is running mad at the moment. I got all weepy looking back at some of these images. I can still remember cutting some of these ads from Vogue and sticking them on the walls in my bedroom back in the day.
















Dior Couture AW 2012 Review





Yung n pruned

The fuck is this?

I had mixed feelings about this collection. While the entire front row collectively rubbed their clits and busted one out I wasn’t entirely hot for it. It just didn’t reach out and grab me or give me any fashion moments. I had an adrenalin rush a moment before I viewed the collection because it was going to be such a fashion moment but by the end of it I was left cold.

And it was so literal in design. It was one part Raf’s minimalism and one part Dior’s heyday. Some of the shapes were just ridiculous and I don’t mean the slightly outlandish shapes I mean the basic looking party dresses. It’s like he’s trying to say hey, couture can look just like ready-to-wear. So modern right?  And critics are like oh it’s streamlined, this is what couture needs.

The suits were the highlight. Simons appears to be in control when he does pants and a jacket but the dresses just didn’t gel. Couture is obviously bought by a thin slice of the female population and I just can’t imagine this type of woman wanting to wear a 40’s style gown but I’m not one of those women so at the end of the day I don’t really know and could be wrong.

Another issue I had was Simons’ inability to deal with tits. Every bust looked tortured and some even looked misshapen. I mean, he embraced the hips and worked in the classic Dior Bar jacket shape but when it came to the boobs it’s like he just couldn’t bring himself to accept that women have boobs so he flattened them out. It was weird.

The worst look was probably look 49. Kinga Rajzak wearing pants with a skirt over the top. Seriously, Demi did it better in 1989. The best look would be a tie between the first two looks. The shape of the first Bar jacket was perfect. The second jacket was a marvel in design. If you look at the lapel on the left from top to bottom, you’ll notice as you move your eye downwards the lapel slowly disappears. Fucking couture! How does it work?




Look at all the fucks this bitch gave

Christian Dior AW 2012 Review


Fashion is a business and just because Dior is without a star designer doesn't mean they close up shop until they find one. The show must go on and it's disappointing to see Dior put into this strange design limbo where it is quite obvious that the current head designer Bill Gaytten has been instructed to design pretty, clean, saleable clothes. On the other hand, the clothes were so mind-numbingly boring that they're acting like a palate cleanser for the brand because the memory of John Galliano is something the executives at Dior are intent on erasing. So what better way to do that than have lovely belted tunics over pleated silk skirts? It was a fashion sedative. Hopefully by the end of fashion week Dior will have announced their new designer because collections like this don't belong on a runway in Paris.  

Bon Voyage Cedric



Something that has barely made a ripple in the fashionsphere (I just like invented a new word so let's make it happen) is that Cedric Charlier, head designer of Cacharel has stepped down only after 4 seasons. And bitch was doing so well too. There's no word on why he left but if he's looking for work I heard there's a spot available at Dior.
So here's some images from his last collection which was so fuckin cool and understated and FRENCH. Ugggh, don't you just wanna drink wine and seduce men at a cafe on Rue du whatevs in these clothes?

Me Gusta


Above: Celine. Georjizz

Oh Katie, stop


Above: Comme Des Garcons. There was even some bewb in this show! Above CDG is Viktor & Rolf. 


Above: Soft painterly Cacharel. Above Cacharel is Carven. 

Hola! (that's Spanish for hello)

Well fashion week is coming to an end and on Wednesday I'm taking off to South America for 3 weeks. I don't believe I'll be blogging in that time. I think I'll just be a bloated disgusting tourist experiencing the rich culture of Argentina, eating steak and drinking way too much wine.

Unfortunately I don't have time to riff on all the collections from Paris so far. It's been quite a week. Not an article goes by without someone mentioning Galliano or how orgasmic Haider Ackermann is. I have a feeling he may be the chosen one to helm Dior.
Christophe Decarnin has a major case of the sads and wasn't at Balmain, though you wouldn't know it by looking at the clothes. Same old pants, t-shirt, jacket combo. I actually liked it, the ikat details.

There's also been whispers that Hannah Macgibbon may be out at Chloe. Now that would not surprise me. Some people dig her quietly glamorous clothes but I find them a little too quiet. A little too vacant and neither here nor there.

Phoebe Philo makes my panties ping yet again. I know some of you guys are like fuck minimalism but I just can't help myself. The leather, the chiffon, the rough fabrics, the new doctor's bag. She's so talented and knows exactly what she wants.

 Cedric Charlier at Cacharel just gets better with each season. For fall there was plenty of layering and expert colours. I love this collection very much. Sorely underrated.

Also, Carven, amazeballs.

Waaah, I wanna stay up all night and write reviews.


So what do I think after 4 weeks of New York, London, Milan and Paris?

Dior Schmior

After looking at the latest collection from John Galliano for Dior & wasn't going to post anything because frankly, I thought it was one of the most uninspired collections I've seen from him. About an hour ago I was looking at Bryanboy.com site & he'd posted an item about the Dior show with the same image I've posted.
I really wanna cut Galliano some slack considering I've loved soooo many previous collections from him & I've no doubt he's completely fucked after doing all the 60th anniversary stuff for Dior this year BUT this collection lacked substance. Yes it's RTW & in reality it should be wearable but Galliano is about fantasy non?
He shoulda gone out on a limb like he always does & if the shit don't sell, fuck it, there's plenty of teens buying Cherie & Park Ave divorcees in need of a new bag & some pressed powder.
So whaddya think?