Ten Looks: Razzle Dazzle
“What does Razzle Dazzle mean?” I ask Jack when compiling this weeks’ ten looks. He proceeds to burst into song as if he were Billy Flynn himself performing ‘Chicago’ on Broadway. This isn’t about Broadway, or musicals though. More about glitz and glam, and all those fancy things you like to look at, but can’t touch. You know what they say: “don’t touch what you can’t afford”. So don’t touch, just admire, from afar. And because I can’t sum it up any better than Chicago (and because I’m lazy) I’m going to let the music do the talking. “Razzle dazzle ’em, And they’ll beg you for more!”
Dolce & Gabbana
Never to do things by halves Domenico Dolce and Stefano Gabbana sent out, not one, not two, not even ten, but a whole horde of shiny dress adorning models who look like they are ready to parade off the runway and straight to a party.
Diesel Black Gold
We all know Diesel Black Gold’s girl. She pretends like she is tough on the outside so people don’t fuck with her, but she’s a softie deep down inside. She still has girly whims every now and then. That is why she has taken her favourite bomber and attacked it with a million shiny sequins. Talk about dedication.
Getting out of bed every morning is a huge feat. I want you to give yourself a pat on the back for getting out of bed today and acting like a real adult. That is unless you are reading this from your bed. In that case take back the pat. Simone Rocha’s girl made it out of bed. In a hurry it looks like though. Barely enough time to pull on her sparkly, black dress with matching black slides.
Sia said she wanted to swing from the chandelier and we aren’t wholly sure why, but I’m sure there is a clever metaphor behind it. Jeremy Scott did one better though and turned one of his models into a chandelier. Complete with candles and everything. Suck on that Sia.
Who wants to do housework? Well, nobody really. It really is a thankless task, and one you will be repeating for the rest of your life. Depressing thought. We say no to cleaning though. Give the illusion you are a domestic goddess with this shiny, silver top from PORTS 1961. Looks like a Brillo pad.
Being an adult sucks a lot. Sure we have alcohol and adult sleepovers now, but we have taxes and rent too. Don’t even get me started on laundry. Sometimes you just want to build a pillow fortress in your house. Alexander McQueen have a compromise that doesn’t involve such strenuous labour and instead wear a gown emblazoned with a giant, gold unicorn. Childish and sexy.
After Saint Laurent’s AW16 show we ended up saying goodbye to Hedi Slimane, but that doesn’t mean he didn’t wow us with his final collection. It was a little 80s and a little American high school prom, what’s not to love? We can imagine Molly-Sue dancing alone to ‘Love Is a Battlefield” in this gold number.
For Demna Gvasalia’s debut show at Balenciaga it was apparently about products. That coat. The bag. You know what I mean. And what is more staple than a turtleneck? Does it still count as a staple if it is encrusted in Swarovski crystals? We are going to justify it to ourselves that way. Gimme, gimme, gimme.
Ashish was a party. Not just any party though, a disco. Not the crappy kind held in your school gym, and not the cheap, salted crisp either. The Donna Summer kind of disco. With glitter and afro’s galore. And the afro’s came in every colour imaginable. To get all Joseph and the Technicolour Dreamcoat they were “red and yellow and green and brown, and scarlet and black and ocher and peach, and ruby and olive and violet and fawn”. You get the gist.
Who said that sequins, and shiny things are just reserved for cute little dresses? It obviously wasn’t Alessandro Michele who opted to shine with matching sequin blazer and trousers, because you can never have too much sparkle. It was grown up. And like a confetti canon. With fur.