Going from Elie Saab to Jean Paul Gaultier is like having a mouthful of chocolate followed by wasabi… and with a sex pistol/moulin rouge fusion, it seems that jpg might be just as confused as me…
That said, however, mr gaultier has proven that erratic amalgamations can result in something quite remarkable. There was a general feeling of scandal and rebellion with this collection; the mowhawked models strutted down that runway with attitude, like dominatrixes in powerful mannish suits, trenches, raunchy fishnets and burlesque corsets.
Each look was given a title such as; “the clash”, “viscious” or “la belle epoque” and thus had a character to either conceive or emulate. I absolutely adore and idolise the look which i have personally named cruella deville. With her printed fur coat, cigarette holder, poise and scoul, she perfectly resembled the most chic disney character of all time.
Always the anarchist, jean paul gaultier decided the push his envelope of exuberance even further by employing male model andrej pejic amidst the parade of overtly sexual females and amplified his femininity in a white ruffled gown with a veil head-piece and long leather gloves. In addition to this, we were presented with another burst of extravagance in the form of dancer “psykko tycco” who aptly performed the can-can as the festivities concluded. An ordinary day in the life of jean paul gaultier, or so i imagine.
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