Paris’ menswear shows concluded on Sunday, leaving with a full catalog to browse at our leisure. It seems now that the knee-jerk response to style in rough times has been too predictable. Even as I enthuse Pendleton’s reinventions and take pleasure in the comforting return to sensible decision making in fashion, I’m interested in those shows that are predicting of a fall that embraces fantasy. Walter Van Beirendonck‘s acid-bright sweater/sculptures and MIA prints refused to acknowledge any new-found embrace of sobriety, and John Galliano, always a showman, showed a collection of pirates and Mr. Tumnus goths with some powdered wigged justices in their underwear (complete with sock garters!) for good measure. On the other hand, the authoritative word of Prada is all tough studs, leathers, and somber suits and overcoats worn by men who’ve literally lost the shirts off their backs. It’s worth a quick tour through (you’ll find most of the shows here)—it’s an art that vibrates as close to the mood of the times as any, and it’s full of nervous humor right now.
John Galliano
Prada
Walter Van Beirendonck
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Oh, heavens yes, CHOCK full of nervous humor, absolutely VIBRATING as close to the mood of the times as you can imagine…
John Galliano’s God of War?
I wore the goat costume to a job interview. I thought by flashing my wealth via high fashion clothes I’d nail it….
WTF, where’s my call back, Subway?!!
Um, Matthew Barney anyone?
That orange… thing… is one of the ugliest things I’ve ever seen.