L.A.M.B.
Well, Gwen Stefani has embarrassed herself.
Creating perhaps the most incoherent of collections, Ms. Stefani has entered the world of fashion with a tremendous bang; most notably, her face hitting the ground as she trips on her heels on the way through the door. And what a bang to open with! Who else could unveil their first show to the likes of Anna Wintour and Lenny Kravitz in the midst of glitzy New York Fashion Week? Vogue's euphemism, that "the rocker's eclectic mix wasn't always harmonious" is particularly humorous in the light of the track pants and 1920s baby-doll pastiche thrown at the runway.
The collection itself had no idea what it was. Half Rastafarian colours, half Vintage glamour - all horrible plastic fabrics; shapeless, waistless chiffon numbers in the most unimaginative browns and tans. Girls with thick LA style makeup and greasy plaits, their baggy pants hanging low enough to show off their boxer shorts, next to Naomi Campbell trying her best to smile for her friend in what appeared to be an oversized scarf tied around her neck like an apron. The shoes are a low point.
Her clear attempts to emulate John Galliano fail miserably. Darling, Galliano walks a fine line between fashion and ugliness - a line that only he can walk. To start with, it doesn't matter what you say, beanies are not back in (though, didn't Chanel try this same trick two seasons ago? At least those weren't brown.) Nor are bomber jackets made of pleather. Pleather?! Forget Moschino: THIS is "Cheap and Chic" (emphasis on cheap, not chic by any means.) The silhouette is what she clearly steals from John. Problem is the silhouette needs to be filled with skill!
You might think me overly harsh. I'm not. The problem is you can clearly see where her originality comes in, and it is almost always bad. The best things in this collection (for there are some killer suits for girls) are so derivative she might as well have just pinched them from some other shows backstage. Uh-oh, maybe I've uncovered something here? Is Jil Stuart missing any items? Got everything for Lagerfeld Gallery?
Lastly, if Gwen was trying to learn from the Harajuku girls, she's a slow learner. There is more style in the crooked teeth of a Harajuku girl's smile than in Gwen's (overly long) collection. I suggest a double-dose of Tokyo immediately, and perhaps one of her many celeb. friends with the guts to say, "Hey, Sweetie, stick to selling albums."
You can check out Gwen's L.A.M.B. disaster at www.vogue.co.uk/Shows
Have a bucket handy.
Creating perhaps the most incoherent of collections, Ms. Stefani has entered the world of fashion with a tremendous bang; most notably, her face hitting the ground as she trips on her heels on the way through the door. And what a bang to open with! Who else could unveil their first show to the likes of Anna Wintour and Lenny Kravitz in the midst of glitzy New York Fashion Week? Vogue's euphemism, that "the rocker's eclectic mix wasn't always harmonious" is particularly humorous in the light of the track pants and 1920s baby-doll pastiche thrown at the runway.
The collection itself had no idea what it was. Half Rastafarian colours, half Vintage glamour - all horrible plastic fabrics; shapeless, waistless chiffon numbers in the most unimaginative browns and tans. Girls with thick LA style makeup and greasy plaits, their baggy pants hanging low enough to show off their boxer shorts, next to Naomi Campbell trying her best to smile for her friend in what appeared to be an oversized scarf tied around her neck like an apron. The shoes are a low point.
Her clear attempts to emulate John Galliano fail miserably. Darling, Galliano walks a fine line between fashion and ugliness - a line that only he can walk. To start with, it doesn't matter what you say, beanies are not back in (though, didn't Chanel try this same trick two seasons ago? At least those weren't brown.) Nor are bomber jackets made of pleather. Pleather?! Forget Moschino: THIS is "Cheap and Chic" (emphasis on cheap, not chic by any means.) The silhouette is what she clearly steals from John. Problem is the silhouette needs to be filled with skill!
You might think me overly harsh. I'm not. The problem is you can clearly see where her originality comes in, and it is almost always bad. The best things in this collection (for there are some killer suits for girls) are so derivative she might as well have just pinched them from some other shows backstage. Uh-oh, maybe I've uncovered something here? Is Jil Stuart missing any items? Got everything for Lagerfeld Gallery?
Lastly, if Gwen was trying to learn from the Harajuku girls, she's a slow learner. There is more style in the crooked teeth of a Harajuku girl's smile than in Gwen's (overly long) collection. I suggest a double-dose of Tokyo immediately, and perhaps one of her many celeb. friends with the guts to say, "Hey, Sweetie, stick to selling albums."
You can check out Gwen's L.A.M.B. disaster at www.vogue.co.uk/Shows
Have a bucket handy.