Ulyana Sergeenko, the Russian street style star turned designer’s show was very Russian indeed. It seemed to mix sexy Russian with grandma-babushka-Russian. There were prarie-esq dresses, fur-skirts, heavy coats, rosettes, and head scarves. But there were also rompers, chic mohair sweaters, smart trousers, and knee high boots. The skirts were voluminous, the shoulders exaggerated, the Ulyana-Sergeenko influence clearly present. The sweater-tucked-into-huge-50’s-skirt look has become her signature, so for anyone who wants to look like her, here you go.
Maison Martin Margiela
Margiela clearly had a lace-and-gem thing going on in this couture, but with that came things like a plastic coat or a jacket of baseball gloves, which don’t seem to match at all, but seem so effing cool you can’t help but want it all. Margiela is the essence of cool, but not in a downtown way. No, his cool is more refined, more sophisticated, and damn great. This was couture in the grittiest sense, and in the most refined-grittiest way possible.
Elie Saab branched out this season- instead of just beautiful beaded gowns with a variety of necklines, sleevs lengths, etc. (which, don’t get me wrong, I love) he had pieces without embellishent, gold foil, and dresses with multiple colors on them (ok, so maybe that was just a few nude gowns with a bit of blueish teal, but hey) There was still a distinct color pallete-order, as there always in, but instead of just pastels, the show opened with balck, segwayed into nude, peach, robins-egg then teal blue, darker nude, and finally gold. There were a few turtleeck dresses, which I loved, for not only do they conceal an unsightly neck, but they look so chic!
Valentino was beautiful in it’s simplicity; simple yet innovative silhouettes, clean lines, uncluttered by patterns. The patterns that appeared were sophisticated and elegent, and instead of seeming busy or cluttered, were only elegant.
Openign with darker hues- beautiful navys and blacks, segwaying into lighter colors and their signature florals, all ladylike and whimisically beautiful, as Valentino usually is. The models were angellic, even Ruby Aldridge, usually so hard, looked like the sweetest of them all. The pleats were dainty, the embellishments sophisitcated, and the overall effect new, but quintessentially Valentino.
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