It's only February and we already went to Florence for Pitti, Paris for couture, New York for a fashion week with zero to none pulse except for guess who? By now you should know.
I will share some images, looks, ideas, and thoughts in chronological order.
Valentino Haute Couture defined a standard, it reached the stars and next time it'll be a challenge for anyone to top it off.
Vanessa Friedman continues in the NYTimes Style section:
"The effect was enthralling: Luscious though it all was, the stuffing had been let out. It was couture for the casual, everyday era, without pandering or gimmicks. Oh, this old (extraordinary) thing? I just threw it on this morning."
In January I had foreseen this cowboy boots epidemic.
Here's proof that some of the most stylish babes got the memo. We don't follow trends, we set them, and here's an example of how to do it.
Raf Simons is at the helm of Calvin Klein and he already set some pretty cool records. Exactly a year ago Kaia Gerber debuted in his debut collection, and from there history repeated itself, Cindy replaced by Kaia, denim on denim, cowboy boots. This time it was an apocalyptic farm-topia covered in popcorns. Leandra Medine thinks
"That’s not just a show — that’s a glimpse into the mind of an artist carrying the weight of responsibility for one of the greatest American fashion houses while reconciling his own complicated relationship with the country that employs him."
ALERT? My 2 cents: watch the explosion of the 80s volumes and feelings in 1 look.
So, while in NYC nothing was really worth mentioning, except for The Row and Marc Jacobs London, oh London.
Creativity, freedom, fun, sartorial heritage.
So far we awed at Simone Rocha and bid adieu to Christopher Bailey, can't wait for McQueen and Stella, for example.