I love couture week. I love the frenzy that surrounds it and the excitement that descends over Paris during the shows. Even Paris' slovenly taxi drivers seem attuned to the show schedule and have opinions about the state of the industry. No matter how busy I am, I always try to log on so that I can pour over the runway images if for no other reason than to inject a bit of fantasy during a long work day. I suppose that's why I was so deflated when I logged on to view the Fall 2012 Chanel haute couture collection.
After pouring over all sixty-four looks, all I saw was a succession of boxy, unflattering shapes in what has to be the drabbest palette imaginable. Where was the magic? Where was the fantasy? If it was there, I certainly couldn't see it. In fairness, much of the magic of haute couture lies in the intricate craftsmanship and tiny details that sometimes don't necessarily leap out from a simple digital image. Still, the overall impact of this collection left me wondering whether it might not be time to inject new blood in the fabled house of Chanel. As one of my Twitter followers (@MissieSueDesign) noted, "It's a sad day when shiny leg wear is the highlight of a couture show." I would agree.
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