It is one of life’s great ironies that the Paris couture shows always coincide almost exactly with the World Economic Forum in Davos. While the latter focuses on the looming issues of the day – the growing gap between the super-rich and pretty much everyone else, for example – the former caters to said super-rich and to their willingness to contemplate €20,000 gowns. It’s a stark contrast, in black and white and gold and silver.
The Galliano show – well, it wasn’t exactly a show, sort of a wake – just took place in Paris, in a very scaled-down way.
There were no invitations, just emails (a lot of journalists said they weren’t going to come, sometimes because they were Jewish – I actually got asked about this, but though I was horrified by what John said, I keep my personal politics out of my professional life – and sometimes because they figured the brand wasn’t going to be active much longer); the venue changed, to a private hotel particulier on Avenue Foch; there were only about six models, who changed a few times; and I couldn’t really see any retailers. Read more