My heart sank.
My eyes welled up.
My hope dyed a little inside.
Yes, and I'm sure you'll all be shocked when I say this; I'm talking about the Chanel Couture Show. This reaction was based on two, rather contradictory, reasons;
1. The unflattering ode to air hostesses on the first page of Vogue's Show report
2. My unadulterated desire to fly aboard Air Chanel
I think it's probably best for me to explain myself, before you all condemn and unfollow me;
I've said, throughout my blogging shelf-life, that I hate the influence of the big label designers because of the fact that the high street will most definitely be flooded by cheaper and cheaper replicas of what was once a magnificent work of art. This being the one the reasons why I tend to steer clear of the catwalk trends pages of every magazine après the shows, you know; the whole being individual thing... However, pure curiosity always ravages my soul around this time of each season and I can't help but drool over the couture collections of fashion greatest, in between scouring for the glints of the up-and-coming too!
And today, sitting in the Sixth Form canteen, when I clearly should be revising for my mock exams next week, I had no ounce of self-control and before I knew I found myself typing... w w w . v o g u.. by this point it was too late!
This brings me to my 'dying inside' point I made earlier. Amazed, was I, by the reports of Lagerfeld’s innovation, breaking the boundaries of the traditional catwalk structure, as show-goers travelled (business class of course) up, up and away. This fuelled expectations that were sadly not met on the first page of Vogue's Show report;
I can't actually believe I'm saying this (and I'll probably get shot for it); but what has he done?! Where's the flattering lines, the innovative creations?! Where's the Chanel that I know and love?! I applaud his daring and the commitment to the theme, but this is certainly one trend that I hope doesn't make waves on the high street.
I was broken. I had gone looking for inspiration and all I got was blocked ears.
I continued, carrying the light for the fashion industry's greatest and, with a few clicks of the mouse, I found it;
The colours, the attention to detail, the pure luxuriousness so effortlessly light, the desire to rob a bank to purchase just one piece from the collection.
By the end of the images, I was happy to say that all was right with the mad world that we live in, again.