Dead Authors at Fashion Week: Part 5
October 3, 2012 | by Katherine Bernard
Gertrude Stein takes notes from the front row at the Céline Spring 2013 collection.
The change in that is that thick night satin for day. The change has come. There is no sleeve. But there is, there is the understanding of a sleeve. Surely any is unwelcome for spring, but sometime there is breath and there will be trousers that breathe and the pool sandal is charming very charming is that wrapped in and cleansing. Certainly all black for spring is handsome and convincing.
A purse was not blue, it was not straw color. If it was paper it would be nothing and nothing would be in it but PB and J. It was a leather lunch bag and it showed that it rolled open, that is all that it showed.
A LITTLE BIT OF A SLIPPER.
A shining indication of strong collections consists in there having been more of the textures that don't belong and bringing in a sense an association like walking on smoke puffs. This was the hope which made the six and seven editors around me feel no use for silly rabbit heels we all pray shed into nothing. Shed into nothing.
A FUR SHOE.
An elegant use of a house coat and grace and a little piece of a priest collar.
So fur shoes of several kinds imagined in March slush and trailing dust in the salon makes the fluff tufts a joke and really several. Fluff in the slush pile and then on the sandwiches in the lunch bags what I mean is they could be tasty out of context and editorially strong.