PARIS — Anne Hidalgo, the mayor of this city that holds fashion so dear, was dressed in Christian Dior — a simple salt-and-pepper tweed coat. She stood in the midst of the titans of style: the chief executive of Christian Dior couture; the head of French fashion’s governing body; executives from Chanel and Saint Laurent; the willowy former model whose face once represented Marianne, the symbol of the French Republic. They’d all assembled at the foot of the Eiffel Tower in a choreographed media moment to celebrate the start of fashion week here where designers are unveiling their spring 2016 collections.
With the push of a single, symbolic red button, the Eiffel Tower began to dance with lights from its foundation to its pinnacle — a rainbow of colors from red and blue to deep violet and silver. “La mode aime Paris” glowed in the dark from its base. Fashion loves Paris.
It was a bit of glittery showmanship to underscore this city’s place of primacy in the fashion firmament. Among wealthy customers and aficionados of trends, that position may not be at risk, but for a broader culture that is enamored with fast fashion, yoga pants and reality TV stardust, Paris is on the offensive. It is a city asserting its dominance with a flourish.
For editors and retailers who make seasonal trips to this city, there is always an expectation of opulence and craftsmanship, the avant-garde and the stubbornly classical. But with each transition from old-guard designer to buzzy star — or the passing of the baton from one fresh-faced creative director to one equally as youthful — there is a sense not just of chasing the next new trend but chasing relevance as well.
How does Paris ensure that it will speak just as powerfully to the next generation of young women as it did to the those that preceded it? Count the ways: There are collaborations between high-end designers and low-end brands such as the one between designer Christophe Lemaire and the Japanese sportswear label Uniqlo. It is impossible to be a designer footwear brand without offering some kind of sneaker or trainer — even if that brand is Hermès. And so designer Pierre Hardy showed black and red Hermès low-tops for spring.
[Robin Givhan at PFW: Maison Margiela, Yang Li, Dries Van Noten, and more]
There are competitions for young, dynamic designers, such as the one sponsored by luxury conglomerate LVMH Moet Hennessy Louis Vuitton, whose finalists are immediately bestowed with prestige and attention.
Simon Porte Jacquemus has been both a finalist and a runner-up for the LVMH Fashion Designers Prize. On Tuesday evening, he staged a fashion fable that opened with a child in a white shirt pushing a large red ball of fabric across a vast loft, like a baby Sisyphus. The collection that followed was in a palette of mostly red, gray and white, and it was dominated by blazers deconstructed into wrap dresses and shirts.
The collection delivered the audience into a moody dream state where cotton and canvas stood in for psychic baggage and youthful determination and imagination could, perhaps, bring freedom.
In a world in which people expect their desires to be immediately fulfilled, Vaillant and Meyer presented a collection that gave viewers an instant sense of what was possible — really possible — in their wardrobe.
Van Noten honors the richness of fabric and mixes prints and embellishments without fear of creating garish cacophony. Wide trousers in metallic brocade, jacquard skirts with dramatic demi-peplums, fuchsia satin platform sandals and next-skin tattooed gloves, all combined for a subversive elegance.
[John Galliano redefines Maison Margiela with Paris Fashion Week comeback]
All of this reality-based fashion can make dreamers and storytellers such as John Galliano seem a bit old-fashioned. Perhaps they are. But their creativity is heartening. His second ready-to-wear collection for Maison Margiela was a hodgepodge of dresses — a flurry of silver brocade, mirrored embellishments, scrims of tulle, splashes of paint. Pullovers looked as if they’d been molded from old foam stuffing and then adorned with bits of fabric or odd buttons and pins.
Paris continues to bemuse and enthrall. Even without the flashing lights.
Cr : Robin Givhan - Washington post
ไม่มีความคิดเห็น:
แสดงความคิดเห็น