My first Lanvin show did not disappoint! How could it, really? Alber Elbaz is not one to let a girl down. Let’s be honest – the man is all about making women happy. He’s also all about the top-secret reveal. After going through the most secure check-in process ever (it involved three different check-in points; one guy tried to sneak in using someone else’s invite and was turned away after being told he did not look like a “mademoiselle”). But it was well worth the cross-examination. Once those with invites were let inside, the runway exploded with loads of shiny, dazzling, unabashedly heavy metal! Soft yet hard, glamorous as can be: it was a disco party of the best breed.
Liquid-like golds, sizzling silvers, amplified jewel tones (think more Ziggy Stardust than tea-swilling ladies), shimmering bronzes, and tantalizing gunmetal: pour it all on! While the textures and shine speak of ’70s glam rockers and ‘80s excess, the silhouettes span the decades, from the neatly tucked-in blouses and mid-length skirts of the ‘40s all the way back to the swinging, low-slung shift dresses of the ‘20s. With super-sexy black (which almost seemed delightfully jarring amid all the shine!) and deliciously tattered boucle texture mixed in for perfect juxtaposition, I couldn’t have been happier. Well, actually, what made me the happiest were the bags (quelle surprise). They arrived in a variety of all shapes and sizes, designed to delight the pickiest of Bag Snobs. From slouchy metallic sacks to miniaturized shoulder bags with oversized seams and exotic touches to the hard-case minaudieres of python, there is something for everyone. Just don’t blame Alber if his collection prompts you to pull a few all-nighters. So infectious, his clothes should come with a disclaimer, “Warning: highly addictive”.