This is a dark dark time in fashion, kids. I got Jeremy Scott repackaging the worst parts of the 90s, DSquared2 creating a horribly offensive collection and Donatella Versace degrading herself by putting sequined emojis on dresses like she’s making costumes for a 12 year old’s tap recital. Jogging pants, straight leg jeans and neurtal tones are considered acceptable streetwear, making young pretty girls look like my dad in 1989. I, being the sainted human being that I am, endured agurably one of the worst Milan Fashion Weeks in years and combed through all the repeative 90s throwback looks so far from Paris Fashion Week to pull out the collections that presented something unique and new. You’re welcome.
Just try to describe this without using the word sultry. Lindsay Wixson should do all the lookbooks for every line always because she is a doll-lipped, long limbed, languid goddess.
Okay, first off, fur makes me gag. So let’s pretend this is faux just for now, because let’s admit it, none of us have the money to buy anything from any of these collections so it’s not like it matters to the plebs like us. Also I’m not feeling these baseball caps. But everything else? Fabulous. Something different than we’ve been seeing from Lanvin for the last few years too, which makes it extra exciting.
All these circle skirts and cute button downs and pops of red and blue, this is a collection of pieces I would actually wear on a regular basis.
I’m usually not a fan of these colours or these colour combinations but the way they’re presented, framed with the black makes me love them. This is the kind of retro revival that I like, the bold geometric shapes and colour and languid lines. Also, Jessica Stam is serving me starving ghoul realness and I love it.