Well Paris fashion week is upon us. And rock Owens, I can say nothing but I admire and respect. I was quick to criticize his decision to show clothes on a runway using robust DANCERS! I, thinking, ” how silly I can’t even see the shape of his clothes! Whatever his point, his execution failed .” was thus proved wrong when Owens said it was less about his clothes and more about who he is. And while, let’s be real, fashion week is not a retrospective but a Fashion Show, I thought it was very bold of him to ignore all sense of convention and standard and do a fucking retrospective on fucking rick Owens thus gaining ever more credibility in my world. Rick Owens, yes, I want to wear your clothes!
Now, Dior, what the fuck!?!?! In the words of an old manager of an American sushi establishment, “what happened?!” Something is off with the color and shapes and maybe it’s just not my aesthetic but Dior NOT Be MY aesthetic?? It’s concerning. Dearest universe, let’s fix this. Immediately.
Lanvin saved the day. Literally it looked like SuperWomen in sleek shiny pleats and drapes floating down the runway. Which was contrasted by Isabel Marants girly yet tough pastels and blacks collection.