Bonjour!I reserved a special post for the most deserving designer of this season, Alexander McQueen. I've always been a huge fan, but there was no way for me to have anticipated this masterpiece. This entire show was on the verge of combustion from creativity. The runway floor shimmering in ice blue, the lethal looking masses of metal, which later revealed themselves to be video cameras, the opening projection of Raquel Zimmermann surrounded by serpents, all set the scene for an apocolyptic show. Then the clothes came, clutching to the bodies of rail thin models, enveloping them in an eerie glow. Teetering precariously atop aquatic alien embryos, they wore costumes suitable for a reptilian ball. Girls strutted down the runway with two wings of hair sharply turned up, out of their skulls. Graphic prints displayed themselves across their non-existant chests, a mix of sea monster and the inner-workings of a diamond. It started with tight bodesses that flared out into stiff poufs, then slowly evolved into a deluge of scaled fabric. The audience sat back and watched in awe as extraterrestrial queens seemed to swim down the catwalk. Finally, the lights came up and the school of fish ran back stage to take off their glittering masks and go to bed.
xoxo Valentine
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