Showing posts with label dior. Show all posts
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Sunday, 17 June 2007

Sartorial Fascism: Dior Resort 2007

I love John Galliano about 100 times more than I love Karl Lagerfeld. And I really want to say that this collection totally beat up and black–eyed the Chanel resort collection. But, I have to admit, it was rather dry. Like, with the Chanel collection, I bashed it, but I have to give my buddy Karl a “whoo” for at least trying and not being timid. For the Dior collection, I felt like Galliano turned wimpy on us. Yeah, this is his first cruise collection, but it wasn’t poppin’, yo. It was so Ann Taylor meets American Apparel, eh no “Dior” in there. Like that first white dress, hm, I’ve seen that dress about 50 times. I have that dress, except mine is from Anthropologie and sans that Dior name.. The collection was not barf–quality; everything was really simple and nice nice nice. I liked the way things flowed and everything, except for the tight metallic hot pants, seemed to be loose and really chillaxed. It reminded me of a windy day, probably b/c the flowing and draping going on. I loved the sequining at the bottom of many of the dresses. THAT was pretty wow. Innovative, especially how it is supposed to represent the skyline. And the wigs, the short short ones, “punk rock”? Wowz0rz. Freja Beha with short hair. But ¿dondé está John Galliano? M.I.A. Well, for most of it. The last dress, the closing so–called act, was Galliano–quality. And then Galliano ran out and scared the shit out of me. The image of Galliano in my head was from that one Sasha editorial - a delicate pirate, like a whisper of "yo ho ho'. Not screaming yo ho ho meets male stripper.


Love,
Natski, Sartorial Fascist

Delirious: The Golden Age of Couture, London


As if staging a thoroughly competent exhibition of New York talent from Cloak to Zac Posen wasn't enough, in addition to their stellar permanent exhibition of period pieces and vintage couture, London's Victoria and Albert Museum will be staging a little exhibition from September entitled The Golden Age of Couture: Paris and London 1947- 1957. What could it possibly be about, we collectively pondered.

Taking its cue from Dior's famous quote (coinciding somewhat conspicuously with the launch of New Look. Hmm...), the hotly anticipated exhibition will spare no quarter in bringing what should be jaw-dropping pieces from Hartnell, Balmain, Givenchy, Balenciaga and of course, Dior himself. The exhibition runs until January 2008. You can count on us to be nosing around on press
day, yes? Watch this space.

- David

Saturday, 16 June 2007

Delirious: 02. 07. 2007


02. 07. 07

Remember those Disneyland adverts? Where the annoying little punk kid keeps waking his parents up because he's too excited? Well that was the same case here at Delirious where some punk kid called Natalie kept prodding me in the back because some hobo John Gallo or ..what? What was he called? Oh, GALLIANO said he would be displaying some painstakingly crafted couture gowns in some town called Versailles in their town hall. Or something.

Doesn't Shalom look pretty?

S/S was pretty spectacular by any measure and expectations are high. With hair and makeup reported to be an arse-numbing 8 hours, the models booked several months in advance and the palace of Versailles ground zero for the event, this has got "legendary" written all over it.

- David

welcome.


haute
couture

/ot kootyoor/

noun the designing and making of high-quality clothes by leading fashion houses.

— ORIGIN French, ‘high dressmaking’.


Welcome to the world of Delirious Couture. Serving up aesthetic opiates and sartorial style candies with a side order of irreverence, we hope you enjoy.

love,
The Delirious Guys and Girls