Or at least that's what I tell myself when I posted things like a long-overdue runway recap, which is nearly always. Scratch nearly, it's always. One of the main reasons is that my choices are so obvious. Prada and Givenchy are on the list 9 out of 10 times, along with Louis Vuitton and Alexander McQueen. I usually just gush over how flawless everything is anyway, so you're not missing out a lot. Besides, I've been preoccupied with catching up on/rewatching TV episodes *cough*Sherlock*cough*Game of Thrones*cough*. Oh well, better late than never.
Miuccia, Miuccia, Miuccia. Things are going so well for her right now. Her exhibition with Schiaparelli just opened last month at the Met, and her fall collection is
Riccardo Tisci has such a versatile aesthetic. He could be doing marine-inspired pastel suits one moment, and gigantic embroidered nose rings the next. Which was exactly what he did in this fall collection. Gone were the optimistic glittery dresses and giant shark-tooth necklaces, replaced by leather and lace and awfully lots of slips. Those, and opera gloves and riding boots. Everything is somber, with a touch of red, orange and (strangely enough) pastels. The detailed embroidery and sharp tailoring are just so intriguing that I spend over a hour zooming on the details. And don't even get me started on the shoes, which were wore with basically everything. They ruined my life and didn't even ask for permission. Rude.
The thing is, I haven't pay much attention to anything designed by Rick Owens until recently *shields self from flying rotten tomatoes* Anyway, one of the main reason I looked at this collection is the bondage-masks, or whatever they're called. Damn, I fall head over heels in love faster than you can scream "Sherlock!!!1!!!!111" while watching Benedict Cumberbatch/Sherlock Holmes fall off the sides of the hospital in The Reichenbach Fall. Alright, enough Sherlock references. (No that was a lie there's never enough Sherlock references) All the pieces are so structural and defined, yet the fabric flows flawlessly around the ankles. My talent of spitting out bullshit had just reach a brand new level. Equally somber as the Givenchy collection, with various shades of grey, black and white. No that was not a Fifty Shades of Grey reference those books are hideous.
I should say something stupid, like the fire torches lining the walls made the collection seems very "medieval." There. Smarter than smart, deeper than deep. I'm an A+ blogger who do stupid things like adding extra "s" when it's not needed. Thanks for sticking by through