Dior at Paris Fashion Week

I wish that I was able to trade places with John Galliano for a day and take on his view on the kernels of stylistic virtue. Going through Style.com prior to to this post, I stifled a laugh (I'm supposed to be hard at work in the office, it figures) after reading Sarah Mower's critique on Gallion's creations, quoting:

'Decidedly, though, this was Galliano in general-service mode rather than personal fantasyland. Chop off the heads, as it were, and what was left was a wearable collection that will be legible to all women who crave a straight-up injection of high-octane glamour as an antidote to gloom.

Nothing, then, either to scare (not even the shoes, which were stack-heeled and supernormal) or to set new agendas—but simply a demonstration of Galliano's increasing facility for running up money-spinning ready-to-wear calculated to read across continents.'

I couldn't agree more.



Images: The NY Times