With lady gaga and tattooed rico as his dancing publicity puppets, Formichetti has the bulbs flashing at chavvy-rave frequency, despite perhaps attaching himself to a drowning anchor of gimmicky doom. Nevertheless, the building media hype guarantees the mustering of tornado to break through galliano's overcasting storm.
"The anatomy of change"; powerfully prophetic and perhaps a tad presumptuous following the menswear snoozebutton. So, has he hit the mark or shot an arrow of dust? Maybe he's drawn a new target entirely; there's only one way to find out.
"His brain throbs with misfit royalty, glamour as punk survival, attitude as liberation, style as revolution. Thierry Mugler has a way with legendary lifestyle and Nicola is just that: Epic Lifestyle, Freakdom, Gorgeous or Die, the 'fuck' in future poetry, the street in High-Fashion. Nicola Formichetti is Fashion's Freedom." really gaga?!
As Lady Gaga's wardrobe exploded onto the Mugler catwalk, a sexually aggressive plate of fabrics, ranging from nylon to latex and back, flaunted a technologically modernist vision with savage claw marks. The models stumbled around in engulfing plastic sheaths and sharply structured suits complete with bat winged shoulder caps and excessively exposing sheer corsetry and breast-plating. There was a barbarian grope of synthetic, industrial strictness through an unleashing of tailored prosthesis and a clinical palette of medicinal whites and antiseptic blacks, electrified with jolts of cobalt blue.
"I want them to see me walk and say she is a Mugler woman" muttered Lady Gaga backstage. To be honest, she just looked like lady gaga, along with every other model.
The shock factor flickered but hasn't truly manifested itself within Formichetti's debut, but he has time to grow. Too far from the fashion revolution that he suggested, so, for the moment, the jury is out on Mugler.
the songs were good though...
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