Paris fashion week is over. There has been the usual enthusiastic noises and applause for certain brands from those who only see what they want to see when it comes to the objects of their blinkered idolization.
It is a pity that Isabel Marant did not get more attention. Her collection was confident, sensuous, seamless and proved that she is on top of her game. She showed looks with a contemporary and rock n’ roll rhythm, leaving her more ethnic hippie influences behind. The lines are easy, cool and wearable. These are clothes that I want to wear every day, infused with a street attitude and remarkable energy. With all the heavily tailored pieces we have seen recently, her world is like a parallel universe in which everything is a little bit more casual and fresh, with less drama. Little snapshots in real-time of what girls love: grey sweatshirts, masculine oversized charcoal tweed coats, studded ankle boots, leopard-print coats, fur coats with three quarter length sleeves, little bouclé jackets in the style of Chanel, slouchy sheer t-shirts. Marant also introduced several pieces with the unavoidable Balmain touch, the sculptured shoulder. A small malfunction in an otherwise perfect show! Like Chloé, the pieces were quite grounded in reality and merged masculine and feminine touches to achieve a spirited movement and aesthetic. And you know what? Her strategy is effective. I loved it.
If you’re in London, go and see the Gerhard Richter exhibition at the National Portrait Gallery. I went last Saturday and absolutely adored his blurry photographic paintings.
I've just finished watching American Graffiti and was not prepared for the blandness. I was expecting so much more!