^^^ The stylist is the MVP here.
It’s not so much chaotic as it’s forced eccentricity, doing the most with a bunch of clothes pollution that’s just copy/paste from every other brand. First impression: Both Michael Kors’ and Phoebe’s Celine, and Longchamp already mentioned; Ralph Lauren’s all-American tuxedo sequins, of course; Hedi’s LA rich kids’ casual luxe; Delpozo’s empire-waist and princess train gowns; jewelry from Daniel’s Schiaparelli; ugly muttonchops-shaped jeans from Pieter’s Alaia; even Kris Van Assche’s multi-pleated pant. And if this were a fashion story featuring all these brands, with a cast of bored, gormless American heiresses partying with their twink BFs and gay BFFs in The Hamptons, then it would all be good. But as a refresh for a major player brand, there’s nothing fresh, nothing memorable, nothing exciting. It’s all been redone so much better. And I say all this as both a compliment— because again, strong styling saved this, and as a scathing impression of mediocre talent on full display. Without the styling and the Celine branding, it all may as well be by our beloved Sabato; Clothes someone will wear a few times at the most, then ends up on consignment.
(God— those leather pant on the guys are so pathetically unconvincing— on anyone. All I can think about is how well tailored, and how gorgeous the material of Haider’s Tom Ford leather pant is.)