Christian Dior HC S/S 08 Paris

Hmmm...I really want to love this, and everything Galliano did here was wonderful, but my one problem is that it looks too much like S/S 07 HC. If that season had been any different from this, I'd be jumping up and down in my seat, but because of their shocking similarity, I'm not too impressed.
 
I remember growing up and following Galliano, I was always half entranced, half frightened by his models. There was always something alluring and seductive yet dark and sinister about the makeup, styling, lighting. He really just seems to have lost that spark. The shoes used to be ridiculously unwearable but dangerously chic... These are just platform Dior Couture version of the Versace s/s runway shoes.
 
I like the second dress in post #304 ,and the shoes are nice, but all dior couture shoes lately seem to be exactly the same.
 
Well, I see Manish Arora all over the place, especially his Fall 2007 alien collection. The garish embrodery is sewn onto the exact same dress patterns from Dior HC 2007, possibly dating from earlier, since it's been the same poof dresses down the runway forever, just themed differently, Marie Antoinette, "Art", Madame Butterfly, and now Aliens. The hats are cheap spray-painted plastic buckets, reproductions of Hussein Chalayan's past 2 seasons' alien headwear, the one with lasers and all th bells and whistles. All in all, Galliano tops himself again and again!
 
jesus john, i know it's couture but chill out on the lesage.
 
Ok, so the music totally put a smile on my face, and I'm crazy about the set design.

I wish the clothes were reflective of the dark, mysterious atmosphere.
 
Source | WWD

"Madame X," John Singer Sargent's wonderfully scandalous portrait of Virginie Amélie Gautreau, was the starting point for the Christian Dior collection John Galliano showed on Monday, the soundtrack of which closed with The Guess Who's "American Woman," minus the anti-war lyrics. Interesting brackets for an outing that gushed with willful decadence in extravagantly bunched taffetas, mega doses of euphoric color and a deluge of mesmerizing embroideries, shown against a set of exotic swags, fringes and tassels lit to a dangerous absinthe green. Just like Sargent's 1884 canvas, Galliano's lineup fascinated with its voluptuousness, its sensuality, its complete disregard for current social mores.

These days, of course, Dior and most other high-end houses are looking beyond the lands of crashing markets and government-issue $500 checks for all. In that light, Mme. Gautreau emerges as something more than mere fashion muse - her X-factor just might stand for all that¹s still left to be learned about luxury's - and by extension haute couture's - most eager customers. "American woman, stay away from me. I've got more important things to do than spend my time growing old with you." Especially when there's a whole new world of emerging markets out there, luring with the thrill of the unknown and filled with filthy-rich women, mysterious fashion mistresses, if you will, who seem not to share the Western view that discretion is the soul of chic. Not that Galliano's Dior is abandoning its traditional base, but if the wife lets herself go, the mistress might just take over for good.

Nor was Galliano's lineup what one would call exactly wearable by any woman anywhere in almost any conceivable situation. Rather, once again he indulged in a lavish treatise of possibility marked by breathtaking craftsmanship - make that artistry. The clothes are masterpieces of construction, this time featuring controlled volume, oodles of it, in stiffened trapezes, intricate peplums, huge sculpted roses and any number of high-drama robe à la Française back panels, all embellished with stunningly beautiful embroideries and hand-paintings inspired variously by vintage perfume bottles and the mythical Greek Chimera. But extravagance to the nth degree, no matter how gorgeous its components, can turn oppressive. In fall's Bal des Artistes and last spring's ravishing ode to Japonica, Galliano avoided that trap to perfection, transporting his audience to worlds of wonder. Here his impassioned pursuit of more just felt too much.
 
Madame X was mentioned a few pages back as well.

I can't really say I get it, at all. Beyond the obvious stuff like black corsetry and dark elegance, Madame X was about restraint, with a hint of the perverse, and most of all it was about the body.

I just don't get the link from the portrait to what was shown on the runway, which is a shame, because Madame X is a fabulous inspiration, and in the setting of the show it could've been stellar.
 

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