So. Much. Colour. It's a sunset over the sea, it's the Sahara, it's a mermaid, doing a dance-a (sorry, got carried away). Raf is teaching us; it's a journey through art history. Watch closely and you'll be as clued up as the Art History major sitting in my chair - watch out kids the number of snake bites guzzled in whatever dive your vagina dragged you to night-after-night at uni directly correlates to how little information you will retain from your degree. Why do you think I can't remember last season's collections? Why d'ya think I'm writing them down here, because I'm good at it? My page traffic would say otherwise...
Heavy-breathing paedos, terrible rhymes and early onset alcoholism aside, let's get some class back in this joint. Back to Dior. We see the block colours of a Rothko painting, the random splashes of surrealist paint. The bursts of colour peeking through the fine lazercut lace echos the delicate pointillism of The Impressionists, and the bright colours and sillouettes of Pop Art are present alongside the violent, fast prints of the Futurist movement. One of the final gowns calls to mind the swirling, all consuming lines of Van Gogh's The Starry Night.
I adore it all. I wasn't lying about the mermaids; in the final looks the models are a vision in their metallic dresses. Well done Raf this is fashion as it should be; desirable? Extremely. Imitable? Possibly. Attainable? Not for mortals.
MdV x
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