[FONT=Geneva,Arial,sans-serif]Snide Columnist from the guardian talks about the stella collection.
Fashion for grown-ups
Catherine Bennett
Friday October 28, 2005
The Guardian
From on high, the edict has gone out. Be at H&M on November 10 for the arrival of the incredible, the exciting, the inexplicably limited collection designed by Stella McCartney. "Book the day off work and set the alarm early," advised the Times. "Or camp outside the shop the night before - you won't be the only one."
Camp? As in sleeping bags and a flask on the wet pavement? For a cheap dress? From a designer who rarely looks entirely enticing in her own clothes (particularly her zippy jeans-and-high-heels thing)? I think that is what they must mean. OK. No thanks.
Especially no thanks if, like me, you were sucker enough last year to succumb to the "you must be there" hysteria about the shop's similarly rationed Karl Lagerfeld collection, and found yourself grabbing things that you would never otherwise have noticed, at an event that had been engineered to convince shoppers that what is essentially the animal frenzy of day one of the Harrods crockery sale - end of line specials! unrepeatable offers! - represents a cognoscenti-endorsed opportunity to carry off some important fashion trouvaille.
I even - what an idiot I must have been - thought it quite an achievement to be there, queueing for around 20 minutes to try on an ill-cut suit, and leaving with heaps of stuff of which only a small, not-cheap bag escaped immediate obsolescence.
Outside the shop, the gloves looked common, his weird jeans have remained unworn, while a high-collared shirt, for all its Karlness, was so coarsely constructed that I plan to donate it to a giraffe, the only sentient creature that could possibly feel comfortable wearing it.
This is, I realise, a shameful confession, and it is only offered now in the hope of saving others from the same folly. Unless you really do want a satin jumpsuit, your presence on November 10 reduces you to the role of an extra in a brilliant marketing wheeze. Once all the H&M victims have been sucked out, however, rival establishments might be almost tolerable. November 10. What a great day to be at Topshop.
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Fashion for grown-ups
Catherine Bennett
Friday October 28, 2005
The Guardian
From on high, the edict has gone out. Be at H&M on November 10 for the arrival of the incredible, the exciting, the inexplicably limited collection designed by Stella McCartney. "Book the day off work and set the alarm early," advised the Times. "Or camp outside the shop the night before - you won't be the only one."
Camp? As in sleeping bags and a flask on the wet pavement? For a cheap dress? From a designer who rarely looks entirely enticing in her own clothes (particularly her zippy jeans-and-high-heels thing)? I think that is what they must mean. OK. No thanks.
Especially no thanks if, like me, you were sucker enough last year to succumb to the "you must be there" hysteria about the shop's similarly rationed Karl Lagerfeld collection, and found yourself grabbing things that you would never otherwise have noticed, at an event that had been engineered to convince shoppers that what is essentially the animal frenzy of day one of the Harrods crockery sale - end of line specials! unrepeatable offers! - represents a cognoscenti-endorsed opportunity to carry off some important fashion trouvaille.
I even - what an idiot I must have been - thought it quite an achievement to be there, queueing for around 20 minutes to try on an ill-cut suit, and leaving with heaps of stuff of which only a small, not-cheap bag escaped immediate obsolescence.
Outside the shop, the gloves looked common, his weird jeans have remained unworn, while a high-collared shirt, for all its Karlness, was so coarsely constructed that I plan to donate it to a giraffe, the only sentient creature that could possibly feel comfortable wearing it.
This is, I realise, a shameful confession, and it is only offered now in the hope of saving others from the same folly. Unless you really do want a satin jumpsuit, your presence on November 10 reduces you to the role of an extra in a brilliant marketing wheeze. Once all the H&M victims have been sucked out, however, rival establishments might be almost tolerable. November 10. What a great day to be at Topshop.
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Do you reckon there'll be stuff left by then?
haha!!!
and quite a few pieces do look good on the models..but not sure about how they will on regular people...
