The couture shows seem to exude something that is almost magical. Poetic, fairytale fantasies, these designs are so unobtainable, bought by so few customers- in fact it almost seems criminal to produce clothes of such beauty, for so few. Every time the shows roll round, the necessity of couture is challenged but I never tire of the craftsmanship, the attention to detail, the fantasy. The fact that couture takes place in Paris just serves to reinforce my (perhaps somewhat deluded) romantic notions of the city, an eternally chic place, that in my mind exists in a perfect palette of cool blues and dusky pinks, a place for eating Laduree macaroons whilst riding on carousels and marvelling at the Eiffel Tower.
My favourite French fashion blogger, The Cherry Blossom Girl, is the sartorial personification of my Parisian dreaming- fluid shapes in good enough to eat pastel shades, frivolous vintage delights with a modern twist- whilst Kaiser Karl’s SS10 couture collection comes a close second. Chanel is, however, woefully beyond my budget, so I shall attempt to console my senses with pieces from Sonia by Sonia Rykiel and Vivetta…but somehow this is a hollow dream. Hurry up Prince, take me to Paree and fill my walk-in wardrobe with Chanel couture. A French fantasy? Mon dieu…but what else are lazy Saturday’s for?
Images via Emilie79, Polanoid, style.com and The Cherry Blossom Girl.
Posted by Vicki Loomes