Thursday, March 12, 2009

An Invocation of my Spring 09 Fashion Inspiration

Can anything this earth-shattering ever happen in fashion again? Balenciaga Spring 2008 was possibly the most beautifully innovative orgasmic fashion moment ever. Ever? I'll probably kick myself for saying that, but, EVER.

I was working at Vogue during the premiere of this season, and was lucky enough to see these garments in the flesh. To the touch, they are surprisingly thick and rough, almost like ancient drapes, but I assume this weight is necessary to keep the form of the clothes. The patterns are vibrant, even more so than is visible through the pictures. The florals are fairly standard but as separates worn together they demand attention. And then the knee high gladiator lace ups- I actually watched as one woman at Vogue spent an hour with an assistant lacing these for the Superhero themed MET Gala. But they are exquisite.

As I bid my winter inspiration to bed for its long hibernation, I subsequently feel it is appropriate, despite the weather, to welcome my Spring fashion inspiration (2009): Unexpected Accented Florals. By this I mean; layered florals, florals with masculine accessories, head to toe florals, and structural florals. Following Balenciaga's example of shape and structure, brights and muted, pretty and gritty, I propose to dress myself daily in florals. A floral, is a floral, is a floral in the springtime, but when done interestingly, it can become a modern embrace of the season.

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