The show opens out of the ashes of a disheveled theater, a post modernist scene where Armageddon meets Les Miserables. You are catapulted in the future between past and present, and chances are you were among the lucky ones in Paris and still watching from the pictures, that’s the palpable dusty feel. A scene of gargantuan dimensions that only Karl Lagerfeld was able to imagine and make believe.
MILK WHITE + MARRON + NAVY … I die
feelin’ those half sleeve half glove
Forget it’s a couture collection and the orgasmic ohhhs and ahhhs flying like in ‘When Harry meets Sally’, we are infatuated with those boots, the stocking shoes as Lagerfeld called them. Day or night, knee high or ankle, we need one per color. Please have them delivered at home, or better, let us wear them right now like Rihanna.
mosaics
geometry starts
stars, encrusted sparkle, silver and still those boots
the bride in chiffon + tweed