Wednesday, 5 October 2011
As if the fashion world wasn't already beginning to doubt itself and its irrational commitment to the 'fashion calendar', the recent battle between the 'Big Four' over scheduling has just added fuel to the fire. So we are all thinking, 'we don't need Fashion Week, if anything, it only threatens the exclusivity of high-fashion, allows high-street to do quick copy-cats, has become a celeb-focused ceremony and costs an astronomical amount way out of proportion and, often-times, doesn't even manage to pay for itself in returns'.
And then you see a Chanel show and you think again. The whole aesthetic of the show glinted like pearl at the bottom of the ocean- soothing, calm and ethereal. It was enough to soften the most hardened of pragmatists. (But then again, im not paying and im sure this debate will continue.)
Just one thing bugged me about the Chanel show:
Everyone talks about how closely linked the worlds of fashion and music are, but in my experience, the most tasteful fashion designers have the most boring taste in music. Surely Lagerfeld, who has the ability to present such consistently inventive designs each season, could stretch his imagination to something a bit more interesting and unexpected than Florence Welch. Talk about predictable. It reminds me of that really horrible moment when, at the peak of my love for Viktor and Rolf, they recruited in La Roux, a girl with the most irritating pop voice in the world, as some kind of bizarre collaboration in June last year. Surely it is possible to have a taste in both fashion and music?? Even Marc Jacobs' selection of Sonic Youth in 2008 smacked of someone making a very calculated choice in proving themselves at the height of social distinction. He wasn't displaying a music taste: he was displaying his height in the ranks of cool. There is rarely any creativity in the selection of music to accompany fashion shows, which I always find very disappointing.