Friday, October 16, 2009

the good, the bad, & the ridiculously predictable galliano.

Well the weather sucks today. It's a hot/humid/sweaty/angry day for me. Upon reviewing some hot garb down the RTW runway, I fall upon some copycat styles of Issac Mizarahi. bastard.
Anyways, that will be discussed later. First the good stuff...
THE GOOD: Alexander McQueen
For proving he constantly shells out fantastic prints and beady confections every season! This time around for Ready-To-Wear, he dives into the sea gathering reptilian creatures, super-famished robots, eccentric insects, full-blown futuristic pirate-inspired apocalyptic gladiatrix bunnies. What feeling keep coming on to me was Final Fantasy 12's Fran. The up-dos resembling bunny ears, the faulds seeming very gladiator/civil war-ish and THE SHOESSSSS! OMG. THE. SHOES. Thick conch-like monsters that I know I need. Looks like a wedge in the front, forcible 7 inch heel in the back. pure beauty. I'm in love.



THE BAD: Louie Vuitton
Seriously, were you even trying Marc? It feels like a lot of designers this year are not putting their all into Ready-To-Wear. And it's the most profitable/important designs a designer can have right now especially in this economic downer. Women want something easy to wear,something with a business sleek oriented silhouette, something they can walk into the office with, without looking like a mom-ish loon.(Philo of CELINE nailed that look this season) But sure, they are trying to seem like the recession isn't affecting them at all- but they present their carelessness into the garments-which is a huge no no! The messangers with giant pink, green, white foxtail keychains look an awful like the Miss Marc collection. Jumpers, school-girl skirts and puffed-ball heels were a bit childish for such a regal brand. I feel Marc made Vuitton step out of its brand image a bit,and gave an easy response to it all "fashion is suppose to be fun". Well, Marc, it's also suppose to make sense, that's why it's called Ready to Wear!!!!! Oh, and the tassels...the tassels! DON'T GET ME STARTED ABOUT HOW MANY TASSELS WERE ON EVERYTHING! He tasseled the shit out of every outfit. Just when you think the tassel obsession is over, there's at least four lingering on top of some ugly loafers. Tassels were on dresses, shirts, bags, shoes, everything except the big afros the models sported. The bow on the afros was too anime for me. I show some serious distaste for this crap he unloaded on all of us this year. It felt like he wrote out a bunch of playful words, put it in a hat and randomly picked out 3. TASSELS, AFROS, YODEL-GIRLS. I felt what we all feel when we enter a modern art museum-I felt cheated.

THE PREDICTABLE: John Galliano
As always RTW doesn't mean anything to Galliano. Except being one's self. Even if that means being moody, frantic, Roman-catholic, fluffy yet serious, and recycling Christian Dior's wartime silohouette. Dark regal blues, icy whites and stunning silvers were being embraced, the metal jeweled belts were glorious, and trimming of the gowns were avant-garde. But I felt something was missing. Like how this is ready to wear? hahah, nonetheless, the beauty in the intricate jaquard motifs more than made up for the fallacy of facts that there's no way anyone would wear this to a meeting. Then again, Galliano was not meant for meetings. Bottem Line= ostentacious.

As for my Mizarahi mishap...heres the lowdown: ages ago I created a portfolio of 12 sketches displaying swimwear, activewear, eveningwear, couture,etc. I made a copy of this portfolio and sent it in to fidm when I was planning on transferring. And what do ya know, I find a complete doppelganger of one of my designs on Issac Mizarahi's 2010 RTW runway. What my theory is that the shady merchandisers at fidm sold my designs to that seedy designer Mizarahi. The school did, afterall not give back my portfolio saying it was the school's property because I signed a paper stating so. But I wouldn't of been granted admission without signing it so in a way it was stolen from me...fml (btw the design was a crisp white collared white shirt tucked under a camel cropped pair of trousers held together with a satin bow belt)