sorry for my extended not writing. I'm sure you've all been crying yourselves on a regular basis, hitting refresh, hoping.
anyhow, back to me gushing about clothes that I will never see on a real person. I do live in Seattle, after all.
Rochas, as always, gets length and column right-- but this time, rather than stand-alone pillars, the towers come shooting out of wispy, smoky... smoke? The theme is chimneysweeper, but the actual (and beautiful) chimney came to life-- rather than a person scraping through layers of soot and ending up look like a dying Uma Thurman in that awful version of Les Miserables. Olivier Theyskens showed variety-- sturdy day garb in ladder motifs and softened versions of boyshorts and severely cut tops. But the best floated above the chimney: four or five of the year’s most beautiful and radiant gowns were heightened, shining cleanliness.