It is that time again, yes. Paris fashion week for the couture labels. Oo la la.
It wasn’t my favorite collection this time around. A little on the snoozy side. Couture is where you can really go for it, you know? And these… well, mostly not so much with the going for it.
Armani Privé did some variations on this d’Orsay pump.
I’m not terribly impressed. It’s nice and all, but a little *yawn* for a couture show.
Though, this combo of dress and shoes was a knock-out.
Chanel was also feeling the sparkly appliqué trend.
What? Oh… sorry… dozed off there. My head must have hit the desk.
Let’s see… I’m still nodding off over blah beige numbers from Christian Lacroix (left, which makes the models look like they’ve got coral sprouting from their ankles) and Elie Saab (right, which seriously interests me in absolutely zero ways… zero).
Can Givenchy wake me up?
Wow! No! In fact, those look disturbingly like hospital-wear or slippers or something. Something that’s NOT going to make me more alert.
Valentino? Nope. Any shoe whose separated-at-birth twin is one of those hideous shell-covered mirrors doesn’t wake me up. It just makes me want to sleep through the tackiness.
Jean Paul Gaultier perked me up a little bit. Sure, the structured, mostly-monochromatic thing isn’t necessarily brand new for him, but he did some interesting amendments with more feminine flow and flashes of color, and you know I love me some shoes that come with their own built-in fishnet hosiery.
But, not surprisingly, it was John Galliano who gave me the jolt of caffeine I really needed. His Dior shoe (it was just the one shoe, really, but in lots of different colors) is fabulously rococo, which only made it that much better to see him bringing in things like Delft tiles and Renaissance portraiture and even a cracked-out Little Bo Peep number. Love!
I suppose I will just have to sigh and throw my hands up at this season’s couture shoes and hope for better luck next time.