Chanel AW12, Grand Palais, Paris

Chanel Fall 2012 show, Grand Palais, Paris

The clear glass sand crunch under my feet and my head jolts down to see I’ve passed through the gates (of fashion security, that is) and stepped into the legendary show venue of Chanel. My eyes are drawn up to marvel at the majestic copper-green cage of the Grand Palais, then slide down along the watery purple gradient walls. At the floor a maze of mineral stalagmites create an ambience of hidden power and cryptic weakness; even the white-painted seats look like crystalline overgrowth. Fortress of Solitude? Perhaps, but the fervid show-goer traffic outside seems to disagree, surely Superman would’ve ensured it better hidden.  The stage slowly drains of organic writhing as the audience settle in their hand-labelled seats, and just before the music there is an eerie moment of calm.
The collection trickles out, jewel-encrusted eyebrows and slick ponytails bobbing atop rocky textures - bouclé and heavy wool coats, layered in the most ‘un-Chanel’ like manner (if such manner even exist anymore, as Karl systematically breaks all boundaries each season) one that rewrites Paris street fashion when it involves bare legs. Crystal encrusted sleeves finish a scratchy graphite bouclé jacket,  layered on petrol-slick gathered chiffon… and little boy bags, some painted to resemble guts of agate stones. The shoes too are super-natural, half boot-half mary janes, with transparent stalagmites for heels. Chanel is magic, that has been an undeniable fact since Coco herself sat at the mirrored steps on 31 Rue Cambon and orchestrated her collections, but to be present at a show has truly been a taste of the sorcery behind the designs and philosophy.

Thank you Sarah for being so accommodating even at such late notice.

Topshop AW12 Old Billingsgate Market, London Fashion Week

I can’t highlight enough how admirable Topshop is when it comes to spatial arrangement – seated in the first row or standing in the back the view is simply spectacular. Thankfully there’s also none of that courteous yet begrudging ‘nod’ to online media so popular in other shows that help fill the space near the walls but eventually fill the blogosphere with badly taken photos of model’s scalps. Topshop Unique truly is one of my most anticipated shows at LFW, not just because time and time again they being the frothiest milkshake that naturally pull the boys and buoys, but because they seem to give a lot of effort to show respect to all individuals of media. Well, I’ll stop there before I start taking the butt-kissing to second base, but you get my drift. The collection was spot-on and right up my alley – military, utilitarian, urban, sharp cuts and great draping – absolutely wearable. Less of the gimmick and more of the chic – HEY THAT RHYMES – overall a more sophisticated package with pieces that might as well end up as timeless wardrobe staples.