Good grief, I hadn't checked out the detail shots of the shoes.
Those are painful to look at. But people will buy them, protesting, "But . . . they're . . . . Jil! . . . ?"
in the same tone Johnny Weir says "I'll buy anything with an LV on it."
I read a lot of published criticism, and I've written some myself (though relating to films, not runway shows); the reason I mention this is because I am always struck by how afraid fashion 'critics' (do we even call them that?) are of ever criticizing anything. I don't remember ever seeing a negative word anywhere in GQ or on Style.com or in any of the magazines I flip through (which is not many), no matter how revolting the collection.
Everything can be construed as a reference, and in this silly fashion universe they've created for themselves, any reference is legitimate and above reproach, even if it's to the homeless people two blocks away whose life earnings couldn't buy a single runway shoe. Why doesn't anybody ever say as much when a designer creates a bunch of complete shit?
No movie director, no playwright, no journalist or novelist gets this kind of carte blanche except from their own fanbase. Critics aren't supposed to be die-hard fans afraid to nitpick. So how did the fashion industry contrive for itself this perfect, incestuous echo chamber where they can do whatever they want and never hear anything but praise?Edited by GoldenTribe - 6/24/12 at 9:15am