For most of us Haute Couture is merely a dream. A lofty fantasy of bal masque soirees, private jet-setting and society go-getting. A life of infinite pleasure, decadence and glamour realized in six-figure get-ups. A life devoid of domestic drudgery. A girl can dream, can’t she?
Rendered mostly in stark black and white, the Spring 2018 Dior Couture collection possessed a surreal realness that felt pretty close to perfection. Models masked by milliner madman Stephen Jones added an Eyes Wide Shut element of mystery to a collection shrouded in feathers, tulle, openwork lace and other airy structures.
Clean, classic silhouettes that harken back to the original Dior days spoke with an unfettered elegance. Pure, polished and pristine. The Bar Jacket, the tailored cigarette trouser, the floor length coat dress. Each cut to within an inch of its life.
Maria Grazia Chiuri’s bold evening looks spoke of a new, controlled opulence without feeling overdone or outre in any way. Perfectly pitched touches of surrealist motifs and optical illusions intended to spark a timely debate on the power of dreaming and its influence on our less than ideal daily grind appeared throughout the collection.
Trompe l’oeil-inspired accessories punctuated looks from head-to-toe. Lip-shaped eye-framing masks obscure faces, delicate lip and eye charms dangle from single-statement earrings, a Dior D’orsay cut in smooth nude kid bares the impression of all five toes at its toe, a total show-stopping stomper! My personal favorite is the glove shoe, a low-heeled mule that morphs into a full five-fingered leather glove that morphs into an ankle strap. I guess you could say it’s a shoe that fits like a glove.
The Dior collection is couture at it’s best. High falutin’ fashion done right that has the power to make us dream and see ourselves through the eyes of another strong, smart woman who just happens to be at the helm of one of the most important fashion brands in the world. Doesn’t get any more real than that.