Okay, I don't mean that. "Sucked" is a strong, ugly word. And Galliano is my fancy gay pirate boyfriend (see above). I love him with the fire of a thousand fancy gay pirate suns. And the clothes were (as always) beautiful. The construction, the details, the combination of the style of Flemish painters along with Dior's original vision of the New Look. Super pretty. I just feel like I've seen this show from Dior before. And by before, I mean almost every couture show in a row for ten straight seasons.
Every year, Galliano sends rainbow visions of pastels down the runway (usually peppered with a couple of mustards, darks, and brights, this year featuring a blood red finale dress). Giant skirts. Dramatic waistlines. Structured sleeves. And fairly consistent make-up and styling. It's gorgeous, but so predictable. Initally, I gushed over this season's images, but I quickly overdosed on the sugary sameness of it all. After a few click-throughs, I felt like I'd eaten an entire pillowcase of Halloween candy. Yeah, I love candy, but after a sweetness overload, I just need to taste something different. Anything different.
Creating couture during these economic times is definitely a difficult task, but certainly not an impossible one. Karl Lagerfeld managed to create a collection that was innovative, modern and relevant, but Galliano's collection seemed completely out of touch. And again, it was just too much of the same.
Okay, one thing was different about this season's offerings: When I first glanced at the opening shots, I thought the models were wearing koulats. Fortunately, they were just giant sculpted skirts with two fake koulat swirls in the front. Whew! That was close. But at least it took me by surprise.
Still, really pretty.