Mon Dieu Dior

The inimitable Karlie Kloss in the opening look, all luxe plush purple, all royal huff in puff.

So last week I talked about the other haute couture shows for Fall 2010, and now I get to talk about Dior, the best (in my rarely humble opinion) of the coming season’s line up: John Galliano blows everyone else out of the water with the creativity, execution, breadth and fullness, detail and luxury, and grandeur of this collection. 1

Model Kassia Struss struts in a voluminous, textured, tactile look. I love the pale pastels against the winter white and the holly berry pop of a great red shoe.

First off, let’s talk about the mood, because florals and brights are ubiquitous here, and that’s just not something you see in Fall very often. If ever. However, beyond the gorgeous open-toed heels, these clothes are strangely season-appropriate. That is, the fabrics are lush and thick and heavy.

Can I have this? I love yellow, and this is beautiful. The assymetry is perfectly balanced and organically amorphous, like some fabulous fall orchid, like a phoenix.

But the colors! The bright blossoms! It’s cannily magical and movingly beautiful, like seeing flowers in the snow. Remember when I talked about wearing head to toe gray just to stand out against the crazy color wheel bloom that is Berkeley in spring? This is like that, in reverse, and a million times better.

I love how evocative these clothes are: of springtime renewal and blossoms, and of cozy cold-weather warmth. I love this dress, that pink is creamy perfection.

The styling is incredible, as well, and works with the overall look and mood of the whole show. The make-up is dramatic feminine.

So, so pretty. I want to see someone get married in this.

The easter basket cellophane veils are à propos odd but, again, totally work. Do I recommend a DIY? Well, no, I think wrapping one’s head in plastic is generally a bad idea. But styling in a runway show is maybe the only (on person) element where theatricality is allowed to trump wearability completely. According to me.

This whole show is that Big Reminder you need when the weather is hard and cold, whether literally or figuratively: Spring and beauty will bloom out of the barren darkness. Shabam!

And can we talk for a second about the gloves? Y’all know how much I am loving the jewel-toned, leather, opera-length gloves. This is just one more fabulous, fantastic iteration. Please, sir, can I have another?

Everyone understands your hips aren't actually that big, but they WILL think your waist is that tiny. Haha! I love the mad, dreseed-by-a-five-year-old colors here. Also? I take back what I said before, I want to see someone get married in THIS dress.

1. “Who gives a fuck about an oxford comma?” I do.

This is an iris, yes?

4. Drop Dead Dior

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Look, the whole vampire thing has been done to death. We get it, we’re over it.1

I mean, really.

But! I find so much of this so drool-worthy.

"Why no, sir. I don't own any horses."

This whole “prewar Southern socialite turned vamp, Scarlett O’Hara at a formal ball at Fangtasia” thing? It’s working for me.

After sweet tea and blood sucking in the sitting room.
She will hunt you down. And she will hurt you. But all you will be able to think about are those gloves.

The color palette is a bit all over the place, but the jewel tones are fantastic. This spread also kind of works. Not all the undead DAR dress the same, you know.

That blue!

The tailoring is beyond amazing.

How incredible is this? I love the theatricality of all of this.
I mean, what is even going on here? It's as if it was tailored by fairies with magical, antigravity powers.

Again, I want to be bored by the whole vampire thing but this is so unabashedly goth yet girly, precise but frantic–not unlike a vampire on the hunt–and I cannot help but be breath-taken and agog impressed.

Blood lust and glory.

Also? I’ve been drawn in recently by the simple drama of opera gloves. These colored and leather variations are incredible. I covet.

Seriously, why don't I own brightly colored, leather, long past the elbow gloves? This is a quality of life issue.

1. Okay. Admission: I’m totally not over the vampire thing. Twihards can suck it, I haven’t jumped on that G-rated train yet, but Buffy is probably the greatest show of all time, and I’m loving the Sookie Stackhouse books these days, and True Blood is cool, dead sexy, and has one of the best theme songs/openings of all time.

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