Jumping across the map to Paris, this story that Dion and I hyperlapsed in real time over the course of a late afternoon and balmy twilight has been a long time coming. Looking at it now live at ELLE USA, all I can remember is applying illuminator to the girls’ cheekbones and noses in the absence of a make up artist, marveling at how gloriously well Dion’s Spring collection shifted in and out of camouflage against the construction site down the street from his showroom, and screaming at the girls not to get run
over by oncoming buses as my shutter snapped from half a block away.
This seems to be a recurring trend. And I’m not sure how that makes me look.
One would hope, at the very least, that it makes the girls and Dion’s traffic-stopping Spring/Summer 2015 collection look right at home in Paris – the real Paris. Not the usual, aesthetically expected, Pont Alexandre III, or Jardin Tuileries glamour. Rather,
the impatient geometry of the 21st Century, recklessly annotated by its uncouth youth, reluctantly chained to its preceding fairytales and gold-gilded caricatures. Perhaps, the same flavour that made this collection of Dion’s a hit, as can be said for Wang’s latest Balenciaga installment – a classic canvas portrait of a lady, defiantly embellished with street level hardware and industrial reflections a fickle industry.