Like the Fall 2014 Menswear collections, the women’s ready-to-wear shows for the season made no sense whatsoever. Usually, I can tangle out some common themes across collections, whether it’s end-of-the-world anxiety or relieved hopefulness. Not this season. Everyone is all over the place.
The leotard. The catsuit. A suspiciously snug boiler suit. These all can be identified under the umbrella term of Unitard. While tight-fitting clothes have been found clinging to women since the dawn of science fiction, developments in technology meant they became tighter and even more common from the 1960s onwards, with outfits emerging on screen that had previously been but impossible adolescent dreams in comic books beforehand.
After thumbing through 25 or so looks featuring this season’s 1920s/1990s Granny Mashup at Rodarte, I paused and asked, “Is that the Death Star on that gown??”
Environmental toxicity is officially a thing, now that it’s found its way into haute couture. The masks at Maison Martin were not the only ones I saw. I’m expecting full on gas masks for Spring 2015. Also, Spring 2015? WHY DOES THE FUTURE SUCK SO MUCH?
Retro futurism is totally thing in this season’s couture and in almost every collection, there was at least one look for an all-powerful Overlord of The Universe. Let’s peruse the overlord looks and imagine the universe they’re overlording…..over.
Nothing makes sense anymore. I have no idea what’s going on with the menswear collections for Fall 2014, so I’m just going to show you some pictures and shout my first impressions in all caps.
My absolute favorite look from the London runways is this shattered mirror pantsuit from Tom Ford, which screams I’M A DISCO BALL, BITCHES.
I’m certain that any designer who got Jamie as their superfan model was going to win. She already had a model’s body and the mere acts of removing her glasses and chopping off her hair made her look like a different person.
The Blonds have become one of my favorite shows to watch each season because they are soooo over the top and out there and covered in sparkles. None of this has any practical wearability and I don’t care. I want to walk around dressed like this just so I can feel like a 1960s sci-fi villainess.