Paris Fashion Week, Fall 2008: The Last Gasp

Bloody hell, Paris was brilliant and why did I lose track of it so? How do fashion editors and writers do it without gouging their eyes out from overuse? I haven't a clue. (Being paid to do it must help, I think.) I liked the playful flourishes amidst the familial severity at Limi Feu (daughter of Yohji Yamamoto); the pretty chiffon frippery of Chloe (although I swear, sometimes I thought I was looking at a spring show, not autumn); a more poetic take on pretty at Nina Ricci; and just the sublime aura of Lanvin in general. There was lots to be puzzled by, of course. (Um, most of the pants in general this season. Trouser people, be ready to cry a little next fall, unless you like weird hips and crotches.) But there was a lot of be taken in by. Completely beautiful stuff.

(l-r: Antonio Berardi, Chloe)

(l-r: Hermes, John Galliano)

(l-r: Lanvin, Limi Feu)

(l-r: Louis Vuitton, Martin Grant)

(l-r: Nina Ricci, Ralph Rucci)

(l-r: Costume National, Givenchy)

(l-r: Haider Ackermann, Hussein Chalayan)

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