It’s me, it must be me. I must be missing some chromosome that means I don’t get Karl Lagerfeld’s vision because I think this is truly awful. Let’s start with the dead bird that appears to be sitting on all these poor girls’ heads or perhaps focus on the horrible make up or those silver (latex??) legging/shoe things. Nothing here speaks of Coco, nothing. These shapeless dresses do a woman’s body no favours. He has fixated on a very horizontal aesthetic, with width in the cut at so many points: across the body at the shoulder, at the waist, the hip and the cuff, then added to the effect with horizontals in the tweed, in the ruching and the pleating. The wide frame at the shoulders particularly made the models look like American Football players and then instead of adding some element of tailoring to give balance, the dress and skirts and coats flare back out again. Astonishing.
I’m sure the workmanship and the fabrics and the detailing are stunning but if they don’t translate into photos then it doesn’t work. Clearly you don’t look at couture for what’s going to be in the shops next season, but you do look at it to be inspired by wonderful creativity and imaginative reach. This makes me laugh and cry in equal measure, especially when the fashion journalists eat it up without a word of discontent.