Was it the general languor of spring 2018 to date? The cool air of the Paris evening? Perhaps the setting — beneath the on-the-hour twinkling glory of the Eiffel Tower as night fell? Did those elements shoot a three-part cupid’s bow, or was it really love?
Love — an atypical emotion for this reviewer regarding the house of Saint Laurent at show time. Interest, curiosity, fascination — check, check, check. But love? Not so much. The repetitive tight, sexy, vulgar thing — don’t get it. Or so one thought. Yet under the glow of that most glorious of monuments — zing!
Anthony Vaccarello showed a collection that did all the right things to hot and sexy. He simultaneously respected and had his way with the house codes, integrating elements of the once-revolutionary, ever-glam perspective of Yves Saint Laurent with the doesn’t-give-a-bleep audacity of Hedi Slimane. Was there a soupçon of Tom Ford’s hyper-polished dress-for-sex appeal? You betcha.
For spring, the Saint Laurent woman can get by with very little, provided she has a great pair of legs. Then, she needs only a pair of shorts, billowing blouse, bra top, ample sparkle and feathers galore, whether as wings on her stilettoed feet or a
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