Shrouded in dispirited melancholy, John Galliano's collection rises from the ashes, composing incandescent beauty from sombre shadows
Hidden in 34 avenue foch, located within the 16th arrondissement, was a palatial, turkish boudoir, temporarily playing home to the absent designer's chef d'oeuvre.
Galliano's vintage vixens embraced a "mad men" figure, evoked through hourglass skirt-suits of thinly checked, fringed tweed, pressed with coy pussy-bow collars. Hat maker, Stephen Jones, breathed high-society sophistication over the retro vibrancy, with exaggerated, lavish feathered fascinators, partially concealing the model's hollow gaze. Establishing an epic struggle between hard and soft; delicate chiffon spring dresses battled juxtaposing modern inclinations, such as sharp latex and engrossing fur cuffs.
Evening-wear was a delightful focal point of the silently sorrowful collection. Immersed in a sea of splendour, we soon surfaced with floor length gowns, archangelically romanticised with draped satin, flowing like a moonlit river, near a starry sky of shimmering sequinned pieces.
As celestial grace is cultivated through nostalgic styling, the king may be gone, but his legacy lingers
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