Edited by Amanda Gabriele
Dead. Girl. Walking. Louis Vuitton always kills me, always in the right way. Marc Jacobs certainly had obsession in mind when he designed the Fall 2011 collection, shown today in Paris, ending another long fashion season. “It’s all about fetish,” Jacobs told WWD the night before his show. But what about the collection garnered these feelings of lust and addiction to mere materials? Is it the sleeves and legs recalling leg of mutton cuts, creating voluptuous hourglass silhouettes that could launch 1000 ships? Could it be the rubberized lace garments or refusal to wear pants, a trend I am behind 100 percent. What about the 18-karat gold handbag securely handcuffed to a model’s wrist? Everything from excessive use of the LV logo to tiny little wrist gloves to waxed faux fur, it’s clear the Louis Vuitton woman is magnificent and always will be. Every piece from prim and proper rounded collars to eccentric prints and diamond-shaped sequins to dominatrix corset belts had a place, creating a tremendously cohesive but sundry collection. French maids and elevator porters accessorized the elaborate scene, as models walked from a gilded and black iron retro elevator bank. Naomi Campbell, terrifying in the chicest of ways, walked the runway, as did Kate Moss who closed the show, cigarette in hand. “Save the best for last” is the saying, and Louis Vuitton is obviously the penthouse of Fashion Week.