by Lucy Korn
Welcome to the world of Couture.
This may be a blasphemous confession, but I used to kind of dislike Couture. Up until a few years ago the Couture Seasons would pass by without me taking so much as a peek at Style.com. I thought this isnt for me, why bother? I found the conceptuality of the pieces and the shows themselves a little rediculous, a little ostentatious. I realise now that I was just too young, oddly, to see the magic. Couture season is the only season where designers are not weighed down by the need to make marketable, sellable pieces; they are free to create whatever the hell they want. I was correct in thinking Couture isn’t for me, it isn’t for anyone (other than the .5% of the population who fly in on their private jets and wouldn’t think twice about dropping 100K on a coat), that’s the beauty of it.
“Dior is always a fairy tale, no matter what I’m doing” – RAF SIMONS
Welcome to the Garden Of Versace.
As always, romance personoified.
For the eccentric and the dramatic in us all.
Gambling with the machine.
VICTOR & ROLF
Arts for arts sake, or, of course, wearable arts.