Showing posts with label Chloé. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Chloé. Show all posts

Monday, 7 March 2011

Colours/Colors/Whateveryouwannacallem

Recently I've been seeing some awesome colors on the runway, and I don' believe I'm the only one who has had the pleasure of observing this phenomenon.
Awesome colors can even come from bastard anti-Semites, excuse my French. I think we all know who I'm talking about here.




Oh, but the peach and midnight blue chiffon! Plus, those look totally comfy. But it might not be a great idea to trust Dior, who revived the corset, in that respect. Not hugely wild about the hair and makeup here either. But Chloé here is a totally different story. (Sophisticated segué attempt.)
This is what my hair (and wardrobe, for that matter) would look like in a dream world.
Plus, I now automatically think every bleached-blonde on the runway is Andrej Pejic.
Who is epic. By the way.
I really love this shade of green; I can't think of a lot of designers who would have the guts to throw a reptilian print in the mix. But. It. Works. Oh. So. Well. Ditto with the yellow.



I know this doesn't have a lot to do with colour (ahem) but its just too fifties costumey crini-orphan to pass up. And just by coincidence, I am listening to Paint It Black at this very moment. In all seriousness.

I wanna see you painted black as night, black as coal...

A long as there is a tad bit of bright yellow snakeskin involved. Sorry, Coco Chanel.

EC

Wednesday, 12 January 2011

So I came home from school one day...

...and I realized my computer desktop was annoyingly devoid of pretty pictures. So I embarked on a jaunt to style.com and promptly died of garmentlust. Just to give you a heads-up, this post is gonna be hella long. Because I am subsumed with an insatiable need for these woven marvels. See what I did? I did the Shakespearean thing. Sorta. Not really. Whatever.

(Awkward turtle.)
These pictures are in the wrong order -- their pretty much back-to-front, and all the ones that have even a modicum of colour are D&G.
I am not really very big on ditsy little florals, but in massive tent-like clinging romantic gowns I am quite sure I can make a welcome exception.



She looks a wee bit like the goddess Diana about to murder the hunter who saw her bathing, no?
These dresses -- this whole collection particularly appeals to me (to say the absolute least) because all the models have centre-partings. I am one of the only girls in my entire grade who doesn't have a Jerry Hall do.
Also, the clinginess makes it look like they are mermaids!! Like they just climbed out of the ocean after sprouting legs!! As a reader, you ought to know that mermaids are by far the best mythical creatures in my book, along with forest nymphs. but you knew that, obviously. Not even unicorns can compete. And also, the swish factor of the weighty-looking skirt hems and the slight disarray of their hair gives an air of wildness -- like Jane in her own personal jungle.


Now for something slightly (emphasis on slightly) more urban/tame...

I think the key to what was achieved here was the shameless and wholehearted way in which the designers juxtaposed bold (garish?) colours/textures with reckless abandon. Yes. Lace and plaid.


I know all models have something nonchalant about them, but these models in particular, due no doubt to the clothes, don't seem to give a rat's posterior.


Yup! Plastic and florals!! You done good, D&G.

Dutch maid. The bag seems to almost morph into a milk bucket, oui?


I dunno, these all remind me of the song/video... the colours and general mood are fo shiz a recipe for sunlight (much needed over here).



And some 70s crochet as the crowning glory.

Here I love the blouse/pants combo; its a change from the rest of the collection and is AMAZING.

Again, getting more structured.

And the crop tops. A controversial addition to my wardrobe: I hate ones you might find in Topshop -- e.g., with idiotic sporty prints like a team number or something -- that are all baggy around the midriff (I am shuddering). However, here the florals and almost campy 70s peasant shape offer redemption in its awesomest form.

But I am actually torn: to favour minimalism or ditsy hippy camp all-out stuff (as seen above)?
I don't think I will ever be able to decide between them (or afford them).


Harking back to Greek mythology here...
And by the way, these are by all by Chloé. Bless. Thank goodness there is someone here to remind me that purity often TRUMPS ALL (in terms of fashion, at least...)



The skirt is almost balletic, while I am at all times a complete sucker for a tight, long-sleeves lycra top. GAHH (that's me being a total sucker.)

Gasp! Avert your eyes!




LEATHER



You may have guessed that I harbour a penchant for flowing, light, voluminous skirts. Suspici
on confirmed.

Also, I am a big fan of the utilitarian, throw-on-and-look-amazing vibe (yes, it is a vibe, ok? There really is no other word for it) and near-androgyny of this collection. But in case that gets a bit dry, there is always the alternative (see far above) which, God knows, I could not live without.




And finally, Comme des Garçons. Total androgyny here; what I love is the wacky, asymmetrical blazer.
Signing off now.
EC