Let's tackle that How To Dress Well promise first, because it's a wee bit deceptive of me, fashion-oriented as this blog so often is:
It's a band, How To Dress Well, and they have a nice song to play while browsing my much abbreviated favorites during the rest of Paris. So behind am I with this final fashion week that you will likely have to do without my collages. Boo. Sad-face. Or not? Maybe you'll love my nutshell.
Valentino, under their still newish leadership, is perhaps even more appealing to me than ever:
|Freja Beha Erichson, my girl|
|I love that this is black and yellow (pastel banana!) and she looks nothing like a bee.|
Elie Saab was the first of these shows to really tempt me into breaking my no-collage vow:
|It's all this beautiful.|
A doll's makeup at Miu Miu (though I wasn't crazy about either of Miucci Prada's sartorial efforts this season):
Yvew Saint Laurent's separates. Texture, I want:
Stella McCartney showed sexy thigh-high double slits (that, while I enjoyed them appearance-wise, I know I'd be annoyed with after a few minutes of walking, the middle strip of fabric caught between one's legs like a sad, backwards tail), but it was the following nutty look that really made me smile. I'd wear and love this forever:
Chloe's icy glows:
Celine featured my new favorite leather top and blue pant combo:
|Never enough leather tanks/blue trouser combos|
Comme de Garcon's jacket, length and form:
And Louis Vuitton, oddly enough (because I wasn't much of fan of Marc Jacobs's other collections this season), was probably my favorite of Paris's second act (the first act was a tie between Dries Van Noten and Lanvin). So much to cheer about. It's not as though there weren't other collections featuring such color and swing - it's just that Louis did it best. You know what? To heck with the vow.
|Ahhh, that's better.|