Yves Saint Laurent S/S '09 boots, Martin Margiela phyton blazer, Pamela Love birdskull necklace, Martin Margiela nail ring, Sigerson Morrison studded gladiators, Balmain studded leather jacket
I'd hand over a limb for ANY of those above (esp: YSL boots, Margiela blazer) because I am 83% convinced that we belong together. Or atleast, in an alternate continuum. I missed Mogwai live in Kuala Lumpur last night because of school priorities (heh!) and is down with fever. Nonsense stuff. Current status: saving for the Miu Miu leather stamp clutch (of dreams), tickets to Rihanna (fangirl moment) and for Radiohead to come down to Kuala Lumpur. Please, God?
Before we could even don our chests with our initials-- Miuccia drops a stunner. I love the historic prints, & I want to take it home. Speaking of Miu Miu! I am saving for a Bowler. Food is not essential. Food is not essential. Food is not essential. Repeat after me!
What Karl would wear if he were to be reincarnated as a woman-- strip away the sexy accoutrements that may/may not double as weaponry; you have an army of the lanky clad in geometrical numbers with a strong belted waist, Lagerfeld classics (high-neck white button-downs over slinky noir pants/skirt), attention to hip detail with triple-tier of different fabrics, unadulterated cuffed shoes and a metal palette to round off the vibe.
Stefano Pilati is, indubitably-- in the higher echelons when it comes to precise, immaculately done tailoring. Aside from the shot of coyly sexy elegance in the form of reworked YSL classics (several versions of the slim-cut drop-crotch pants, clean-cut pantsuits with fresher silhouettes-- grr?), Stefano Pilati will always be God in my book.
An arty arcane movement, the opening numbers slide openly sexy dresses with whimsy prints tampered over, then to the more worked pieces, with fabrics revived into a demure architectural piece, and onwards to the multiple array of fabric textures with hemlines riding high. Futuristic-car prints, street scenes.. all is enclosed. The end, though, was spectacular-- with a minidress molded as if in motion.
One of the underrated, prolific designers in Paris gives us a piece of the finer slice of Paris FW. It started with a sombre palette, with little intricate details caging the ribcage, an angular zipper closure over refined leather jackets with raw edges (sleeves pulled up, nonetheless..), sheer fabric draping over meager calves that transcend into a burgundy, midnight-blue mixture of swagger in Grecian drapery over the closing dresses.