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?

Mugler. Sizzle and Fizzle

I'm still coming to terms with this collection. On the one hand I'm thinking you replaced Thierry Mugler? And then I think the collection is a total mess but on the other hand if I don't take it all so seriously then I'm okay with most of it.

I don't have any emotional ties to the creator of the house and I'm not familiar with his collections. I know his work but only the most widely photographed pieces like the bird of paradise dress or the motorcycle bustiers that wound up in a George Michael video. The major takeaway from Mugler's work is that it's sexually charged, masterfully tailored and also incredibly imaginative.

Nicolas Formichetti-a stylist by trade- is the creative director which is kinda like saying I'm not really a designer so if you hate my clothes then fine, I never claimed to be a designer in the first place. For a first effort though it was good only it lacked imagination and was too now. The outfits in blue were my favourite but I'm a sucker for blue.

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?