I am more than impressed, it was glitz, so urban and gypsy, glamorous but unrefined, expensive, comfortable. This show alone will spawn a thousand designers, it was a show that celebrated wonder and what is seductive about great women who own themselves. Half way through I noticed there was something in me that yearned for those moments, the times and spaces that the clothes seemed to celebrate. What may not have hit the mark for some (in color and tone, in semi serious deconstruction, in Fat Albert hats and tricksy Euro styling) demonstrated undoubtedly a genuine spirit. It reeked of New York and perhaps let Lagerfeld know that, yes, Marc can wait him out.
