Dries got gloriously serious and beautifully, hardcore aggressive this time. And not a lick of retro/nostalgia-- just pure modernity.
This brand of kaleidoscopic, jeweltoned Mad Hatter’s frenzy and even more jewel-encrusted texture that supremely out-does OG Yves is masterful in ways that only a vet of the industry like Dries can conjure. And amidst the gorgeous chaos of living colors and beating textures, his signature gentlewoman still reigns effortlessly: Such light and graceful silhouettes. NYC had Marc, Milan had Fendi, and Dries is the one to top in Paris.