Super Stella

Is it a bird? is it a plane? No it's Stella McCartney spinning around at the speed of light, gathering smoke and emerging from the whirlwind as her own brand of superheroine. Today the  mega-beatle-daughter-designing-supermum accompanied her four small children to the unveiling of her a/w 2011 collection, probably praying to god no-one spewed on a dress.



This morning, the prima donna of minimalist practicality, flooded the parisian catwalk with menswear inspired elegance, void of masculine audacity. Softly billowing cacoon work shirts draped with airy movement, to be frequently awakened by tightly caressing pencil skirts and high-waisted pants that loosely skimmed flat, courtly loafers.

However, for those of us who spit at wearable prudent dressing (**cough** shitty celine collection **cough splutter cough**) fear not for weary boredom. Swallowing oversized smoking jackets that once prevailed, ultimately fell for shift dresses and tunics, entrancing with printed illusions of scrunched foil wrapping. This slow trickling of experimental intrigue graduated with Stella playing temptress of textiles; scuba material fluidly brought sleek lineage but was abruptly complemented with figure-following, crushed velvet and weightless sheers, lightly touching the décolletage.

In a regularly buttoned-down palette of womanly ivory, off white, navy and black, minimalism encountered uncompromising style on hourglass dresses peppered with varying intensities of strategically placed, trend-driven, polka-dots. However, power-dressed fortitude saw no concession with cold overcoats icing sweetheart necklines and flirty peplum flounces.

It was a surprising turn of events for the Stella McCartney archives, contriving minimalism that i can finally get on board with. ohmygod i can't believe i just wrote that.