milan fashion week: roberto cavalli
(images via style)
ever an expert at working a single idea with all the conviction and enthusiasm of someone from whom creativity springs eternal, roberto cavalli was back on the bohemian rock girl path (if a bit more darkly romanticized than the spring) for his f/w 2011 collection.
like the season past, we’re still encountering a plethora of pieces that essentially equate to a single type of look, only this time she’s laid aside the harp and piece pipe and armed herself with a switchblade shoved down those tight pants of hers. (perhaps she’s been on the street too long; the greasy strands of hair spoke to a girl that has seen more than most of us would like to know about during her days of wandering the earth.)
though the reviews are rather mixed, with style all for the tough thing, enthusing “(t)his woman’s seductive powers were now resident in her new strength”, wwd tersely asserted that “(h)is girl’s still working that tribal vibe — with feather accoutrements aplenty — and hungrily stalking the catwalk like she’s recovering from an all-night rager with Charlie Sheen” (i suppose they heard a gong after that last one, but too soon, say i), later calling it “overembellished” and closing with the harsh finality of a “the collection still felt completely played out.”
the thing is, wwd isn’t totally wrong. while to be fair, there were plenty of lovely clothes here (i was particularly partial to the burgundy creation joan smalls wore, above), plenty of things to the cavalli enthusiast to sink her cash into, we sometimes need reminding that these are supposed to be designers at the top of their game shaping the industry, not target resting on the laurels of a collection well-sold. certainly it’s all about the cheddar, but need i remind them that people tire of even those once thought armor-piercing bullet proof (such as the gap, now in a some half-decade-long identity struggle), the classic shapes finally wearing thin. and as i know how odious it is to the top kids to glean these comparisons, perhaps they oughtn’t set themselves up for them. just a thought.