Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Would you cut off your c**k for a Victoria's Secret gig?
I know that sounds harsh, but would you? It seems like Andrej Prejic, a hot, in-demand cat walker would be willing to do just that. An interview quoted him as saying that he'd double down (add boobs, subtract bone) for a shot at Victoria's Secret. That is about the size of fashion mania today in a couple of weeks of some of the most depressing events to hit the headlines in a dog's age. All the rumors surrounding a psychotic game of musical chairs at the grandest fashion houses in Paris has me seeing a city that is on the verge of self immolation. I'm ok with some of the tweets but to hear that Alber Elbaz might replace Galliano and Jason Wu could take over Lanvin is just one toke over the line. Even Marc Jacobs taking over Dior is enough to make my gums bleed but LVMH has messed with the machine so much that it's a wonder they even bother with a designer. Actually, I don't think they do. They hire and promote people who ape what a designer does without getting their hands dirty. Elaborate staff and stylists step in to do whatever needs doing and the creative directors jet from city to city manning openings, galas and locker rooms. A recent picture of Riccardo Tisci with Carine Roitfeld attached to his side like a smokey eyed tapeworm was a veritable poster for the new age of fashion: a wildly acclaimed design poseur with his walking talking parasite; the hopeless hosting the hapless. All of this side show entertainment has cast a shadow on the proceedings making it difficult to concentrate. I have seen some beautiful collections but also some surprisingly tepid outings by houses that used to rule. Hermes was outstandingly off its game. The premiere collection by Christophe Lemaire who succeeds Gaultier was nothing short of abysmal. When you think that Gaultier could fill a runway with only accessories and send the audience to the moon says just how right his contribution was. I think Hermes will have trouble giving a note book away with the sad state of affairs there. Luckily, everyone still craves the orange box and shopping bag. They just need to come up with some clothes to put in them.