A “collection”: a subjective and ideal ensemble of objects that reveal the profound traces of our character.
What is a fashion collection made of? It’s a multi-dimensional journey, facetted by experiences both immediate and distant. Shreds of discoveries, recollections transformed by memory, imaginative anticipation… Treasures brought back from unfamiliar lands or explorations into the intimacy of a wardrobe. A sentimental anthology of iconic images and ridiculous photos that still have primordial meaning.
Essential references and other, more singular ones that belong solely to the chapel of our personality.
That’s what a fashion collection is. It’s an inventory that embraces everything: a solemn past, a fertile present and the inevitably dreamlike future. A collection is a travel diary. It’s an open-ended journey into the world that reflects the daring paths of the spirit. It’s a sentimental adventure made of scattered inspirations and great aspirations. And it has only one means of locomotion: intuition.
The intuition of a garment and the way it’s orchestrated are the key to style. Understanding the excellence of a basic —the better to take it somewhere singularly imaginative— will always be the best path.
This collection is a proposition of style, an invitation on a journey about finding the momentum to transcend what we know so well in order to take it toward something we’d like to discover.
« The homage to Jeanne Lanvin at the Museum Galliera museum made me feel the need to go back to my own roots, to Morocco, where I was born ». Alber Elbaz
Opulent and strict. Dry and warm. Raw and precious. Black and white. Collarless and buttonless. Graphic and unexpected. Opaque and transparent. Lean and oversized. Masculine and feminine. Berber stripes and floral motifs.
Panne velvet and boiled alpaca, washed silks, real matte python and faux python in glossy lambskin. A patchwork of textures, honey colored sensations and sweet nectars.
Colors of etchings and soil: red pomegranate, blue ink, cinnamon and deep burgundy, brown, grey and black baked in the sun.
From the city to the desert, an easterly wind blows over the metropolis: a wind that makes you want to wrap up in a long sharp-edged blanket coat, a vest in oversized Tibetan goat or in a pair of lamé saffron and gold pyjamas.
Calling on all desires, from the most opulent to the most graphic – the gloss and the matte skim each other – superimposed in an endless game of contrasts… a Lanvin signature.
Under striped woollen capes, we find brocade chiffon dresses with passementerie belts, silk braiding, plaited tassels, toggle fastenings and gold cords.
The Lanvin Winter 2015 collection is an invitation to urban travel.
The LANVIN NOMAD handbag follows this wind in grained lambskin, black ostrich, ink-colored nubuck calfskin and caramel python. True luxury is a look, a hand, a needle and a thread.
In evoking a calculated imperfection, the individual emerges.
Maison Margiela proposes a new alignment and the evolving fil rouge of the ‘Artisanal’ collection. Whispered to life, garments question ideas of conformity, and the élan of the individual rises to the fore.
Innocence is celebrated, articulating a new standard of beauty. An ephemeral muse returns, her power reactionary and sensitive. Personalities shine in characters mingled through a sepia lens.
Transformation is vital; spontaneous, cathartic gestures meet studied craft for an attenuated silhouette and its immediate release. The twin lives of a garment are the key to its nonchalance, just as day fades into night.
Such musings disregard the dated concerns of what to wear, and when. Tailoring and flou find new proportions, both charming and askew.
Just as fabrics are imbued with memory and emotion, their allure serves new context across the articulated body. At times, they reference themselves; elsewhere they allude to a deeper metafiction.
Decoration follows suit: naive flowers and feathers subvert the bourgeoisie through a muted joie-de-vivre. At once diffused and saturated, their colours allude to a warm sense, a fashion lo-fi: like polaroids inflected with acid dreams.