Unapologetic, Sweet Lushness at Chanel
I find Chanel's collections reassuring. Being such a fan of lush textures, pastels, and girlie details and cuts, I sometimes feel my preferences are under-represented in a forward-looking design industry that views minimalism as the future. Or that cheap, overdone, saccharine concoctions, like those borne of Jordan's Pepto Bismol-pink-soaked brain are over-represented, which is worse for my case. Chanel reinvents the feminine, adorned woman so exquisitely and so enchantingly with each collection that if they were the lone fashion house cultivating this look, it would still be more than enough to convince the rest of the world it's an aspirational way to dress.
I'm not usually a fan of denim at Chanel, in the past it has thrilled me as much as a pair of GWGs, but the jeans on the right look like proper Chanel rather than prison issue. Speaking of prison issue (with classic Chanel boucle jackets just to confuse things further):
But isn't that little boy cute? You have to be this tiny to get away with that outfit. I'm assuming he's Brad Kroenig's son, he looks just like him. Imagine trying to explain to a two year-old that he's going to walk in a Chanel show, one of Karl Lagerfeld's last, as he's picking his nose? That's the life.