"I spend a good part of my life in hotels and I like watching their secret lives, especially the ballet between these exquisite creatures; some of them maids, hookers, mistresses... it's very interesting to see who leaves hotels at what time, and what they're wearing." said Marc Jacobs as doormen to the grand hotel vuitton pulled back the wrought iron elevator doors, welcoming 67 models, bedecked head to toe in smoky, voluptuous 1940s sensuality...amongst little else.
"It's all about fetish- objects believed to have magical powers... Something to which one is irrationally devoted." explained show notes, gravitating towards the disciplined sexualisation of Marc Jacobs' eponymous collection from the beginning of new york, thus bringing this season to a satisfying full circle. Seduced by prime parisian fantasy, Louis Vuitton parented subservient girls in uniform, deeply scratched with bondage scars and humorously pornographic.
The Louis Vuitton high paid escorts reached into the risqué dressing up box, playing "bell boys and chamber maids" for the night. Under logo-emblazoned peak caps, secured tightly with chinstraps, the models were perfectly sculpted by patent cordovan belts, drafting sheer pencil skirts which provocatively advertised retro lingerie and slinky silk stockings.
Menswear classics were handsomely tailored with sharp wool and cashmere coats, oversized yet fit to military form, above jodhpur style trousers. This austere rigidity was strictly whipped into shape by inflexible textiles; taut and relentless, with rubber boots and block heels, leather panelled bodices exhalted a plastic sheen but fought coy playfulness through maribou feather-duster explosions and, what can only be described as a parade of VERY EXPENSIVE washed suede pants (but with revenue of $10.44bn last year, who's counting pennies?)
Filthy french maid "innocence" shed from peter pan collars and coquettish printed crepe tea dresses worn with clicking mary-janes, dainty puff sleeves and crisp leather gloves. However, the most explicit climax of the evening's haute-edge peepshow, fell from the footsteps of Kate Moss and Naomi Campbell. The sassy supernovas disenthralled a flood of lustful indulgence upon models wearing rubberised lace, waxy skirts and shredded plastic mosaic pieces. Their accessories, such as pvc blindfolds, crystal handcuffs, knee-high laced court shoes and an absolute PLETHORA of handbags, hooked and reeled in the audience with every swing across the inky black catwalk.
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