I'm sorry but the conclusion 6 looks in has to be that, compared to Decarnin, Rousteing's work is just not a-rousing.
In terms of continuity of wearer support that has to be a serious code to omit. Just as I said of Pre-Fall and Spring/Summer - where is the sexy, where is the chutzpah, where is the rock and roll?
Then at look #8, Rousteing announces himself. Under his helm Balmain is to become conceptual. Look #8 is quite interesting actually. It's sort of Mary Katrantzou gone graphic plus inner silhouettes, bodymachine references and playing with scale - in the inner fishnet enlarged, flattened surface.
But as soon as look #9 we know what we've been coming to see - it's looking curtains Mr Rousteing. Gone sort of baroque in some sort of smoking affair jacket it just can't flow into the previous look. And it so needed to because now it brings out the worst in #8
And omg - this is potentially the real killer. Is that who I think it is? And could you ever ever imagine Decarnin making a top model look mumsy like that! At look #12.Omg. As Julien McDonald might be heard to say (and he should know B) )''She looks absolutely awful''
The collection then just drifts off into dreary generic platitudes. Had there been any fire to start with I'd have said it well and truly extinguished by the end. Cup of tea anyone. The bare minimum thing this label might expect to be is in at least some sense French. It became thoroughly Anglo-Saxon. Dreary like rain. Or Burberry. No ooh la la, no chic and sexy, no inteligence. Umbrella anyone. Tissue?
How is old Christophe. Any news of his welfare?