Yesterday there was a dearth of updates on NYMag, and so I clicked aimlessly until I found a slideshow of Lagerfeld's latest collection. What began as innocent boredom ended in nausea.
He opened with looks like this: light, airy, clean. Sure, I'd wear that on my yacht.
He opened with looks like this: light, airy, clean. Sure, I'd wear that on my yacht.
And this:
Adorable. Fresh. Pastel prep and bohemian all rolled into one.
Then, this happened:
Then, this happened:
What?! Do your eyes hurt as much as mine do? I applaud Karl's use of plus-size model Crystal Renn, but did he have to put her in an ill-fitting sweater, a Wet Seal-esque jean skirt from 2001, and suede boots? Absolutely not.
Then, Karl, lord of all things fashionable, hit us with this:
Then, Karl, lord of all things fashionable, hit us with this:
And this:
First, corduroy as resortwear? Since when? And if a 110-lb model can't make high-waisted ankle cords look good, we've got larger issues.
What's most perplexing though, is that in this collection Karl showed 87 looks. 87? Were all of those necessary, especially when half of them end up looking like this? Methinks no.
All photos courtesy of NYMag.
What's most perplexing though, is that in this collection Karl showed 87 looks. 87? Were all of those necessary, especially when half of them end up looking like this? Methinks no.
All photos courtesy of NYMag.