paris fashion week: giles
(images via wwd)
giles deacon’s shows are usually a melange of straightforward looks that, while well-constructed aren’t particularly entertaining, and his fun & kicky artistry moments. they’re displayed on models of varying degrees of importance in the fashion world, and people always leaving gasping. same, same, same for the fall 2010.
i don’t exactly want to say i don’t like his work, as that wouldn’t be true or fair. there are some moments that are simply legend. but also, after having observed seasons of his runway looks, it can feel a tad predictable. there are outrageous creations which are a hard sell, even on more adventurous days, and looks i find rather mundane, with not much in-between. it’s like, you have to be ready to make a spectacle, want something conservative, or there’s nothing here.
but then i feel guilty for my critique of him. he’s trying to diversify his clientele, and it’s certainly not possible to please everyone. i suppose i just fall into the gap. at any rate, this show was devoted to sweet little fifties housewives and with the occasional walking piece of cotton candy thrown in.
he derived inspirations from space & a dutch photographer, with colors such as mimosa yellow, olive green, & khaki, making most of the characters on the stage ready to show you into their cold war-era modern homes, extolling the exciting new appliances they’ve recently purchased. occasionally they get overwhelmed from all the waiting for their husbands to get home & hit up the vicodin extra hard, then letting loose with the dresses, but by tomorrow, they’ll be in prim skirts & heels again.
it was cute, oftentimes, there were some interesting pieces, but it felt stilted, making the girls into bygone caricatures rather than relevant beings today. maybe this was meant to be light & witty, but it feels more a joke than a serious effort put forward to dress women.
