Showing posts with label John Galliano. Show all posts
Showing posts with label John Galliano. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Running Akimbo


“John [Galliano] would stand on the runway and tell you a story about who you were. He’d say, ‘You’re a princess and you’ve just escaped from the castle and you’re running away from the wolves,’ and the wolves would be howling on the soundtrack, and he’d send you out, and he’d cry, ‘Run, Kate, Run!’”


You're a supermodel and you've just escaped rehab and you're running away from the paparazzi. Run, Kate, Run! Hit him with that $3000 bag! Pose while he's taking pictures of you attacking him! Steal his coke! RUN!

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Haute and Cold Couture

The loss of Lacroix, Dahling! was certainly felt this couture season with a less than stellar showing, with only Dior and Chanel, the two powerhouse couturiers, delivering.

Gaultier was a joke and Sarah Mower was not laughing. Armani and Givenchy were boring.

Etc, etc, blah blah, give me a bowed bouffant and a riding crop.

I expect a lot from couture, a fantasy that I can only hope to attain, so don't give me whatever the hell this is. The queens on Drag Race could come up with better.

Chanel

Uncle Karl delivered one of his best couture collections, replete with silver and jewels entwined with the fabric, a wink to the future he doesn't believe in.










I really want to get married in this. In either look, really.

Dior

Galliano kind of phoned it in, but even half-assing it he's better than almost everyone else.











Just throw in some equestrian references, some lace and a few gorgeous, heart-stopping satin gowns and you've got a hit.

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

I Need Seven Inches or More Akimbo


Supermodel of the world, Chanel Iman, embodying perfection, per usual

60 years ago, I sat sipping a Shirley Temple with just a splash of bourbon in the Dior salons at 30 Avenue Montaigne, as Mon. Dior himself presented what would come to be known as the “New Look.”



Who knew that this collection of full skirts and tiny waists would become not only iconic, but also immensely influential on contemporary styles? I’ll tell you who: me. Oh, how we laughed, Dior and I, after the show, high on excitement and amphetamines. The world was young then...


Mon. Christian Dior

Mon. Dior’s legacy lives on brilliantly in John Galliano, the Mad Hatter in Alice’s Haute Couture trip in the Wonderland of fashion. Very few designers can inspire awe and wonder, amusement and sheer ecstasy like Mon. Galliano. And he can do that in just one meticulously crafted dress.



The New Look has informed many of his collections, but his interpretation for the Fall 2009 Couture season offers a slightly new, if not necessarily revolutionary, take in his trademark palette of extraordinary colors that could only hope to exist in nature.



Many of the models strolled out dramatically wearing garters, hosiery and exposed slips beneath structured jackets, and beautifully ornate hats, offering a rather deconstructed New Look that was a cross between 40s post-war glamour and 80s Vanity 6 sluttiness.



But the effect was not that of a Nasty Girl. On the contrary, the exposed lingerie lent a youthful, sexy take to a really gorgeous, very wearable collection.



The always epic, always welcome Dior bow

(And God knows AnA loves to juxtapose differing shapes and varying lengths. We learned from the best, Mon. Galliano himself? Or as we like to call him, Uncle John John.)


It's time to hunch...for your life!

The best looks bridged the gap between outer and inner wear seamlessly like this fuchsia skirt paired with a nude bodice, giving the effect of a strapless bra.



This skirt and blouse ensemble perhaps offers the best statement about this collection.



Though Siri’s intimates are clearly visible, the proportions and overall feel of the look is classic Dior. Simple, effortlessly chic and completely wearable.

If the collection was the most wearable we’ve seen from Dior Haute Couture in some time, it wasn't because Galliano abandoned the fantastical, ornate gowns he’s so famous for. The last four dresses were as diaphanous, surreal and achingly beautiful as anything he’s ever done.





There was simply more restraint from past seasons for a more streamlined and marketable line, perhaps a response to seemingly endless recession or to Galliano’s own creative development.

The Dior fall 2009 Couture collection was a quieter affair than we’ve grown accustomed to, both in presentation and in the clothes themselves. Back at the salons at Avenue Montaigne, the collection was a fitting homage to Dior’s seminal line and a logical continuation of the aesthetic he pioneered all those years ago.



Afterwards, Uncle John John and I celebrated, like Dior and I once did: with an underage hustler and an 8-ball of speed. It’s good to know some things never change.

Thursday, February 26, 2009

Gorgeous Akimbo // Freida Pinto

Freida. As an actress you burst onto the scene with Slumdog Millionaire. At the Oscars we were exhilarated by your inspired choice of gown: Galliano. As an ingenue you've made quite a high-cheekboned debut. And now this, your first cover:Gracing Indian Vogue, wearing Louis Vuitton, and looking absolutely stunning, Pinto is the sort of young actress Hollywood needs; unlike the ones we're saddled with. Keep up the Glam, girl.

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