Louis Ghesquière, Meet Nicolas Vuitton
Whoever said no news is good news has never experienced the game of musical chairs that is fashion.
Or is it Louis Jacobs, meet Marc Ghesquière? I’m not quite sure.
Evidently, week day mornings have become only as interesting as the details one can cull on the most recent designer (a new age genre of celebrity in itself) to have publicly stepped into or out of control at a label. Where two weeks ago we may have been wondering what the future for Jil Sander, who just lost its namesake designer, might look like, whatever lingering curiosity may have spilled into this morning was put to rest by a distraction that will continue to proliferate until next March at his debut show. The speculation period is over and Nicolas Ghesquière is replacing Marc Jacobs at Louis Vuitton.
This, of course, means that come fashion week, Paris will get its French knickers in a twist so difficult to untangle, wedgies will ensue far beyond the boundaries of the Cour Carrée du Louvre. Before Hedi Slimane would reveal his first collection for Saint Laurent three seasons ago, it was near impossible to have a conversation with any English speaking pundit that did not allude to sweeping excitement or disappointing exclusion provided whether or not you were one of the chosen recipients of the leopard print book of a show invite. As that happened, the result has been a mixed bag of infuriation and infatuation. But what will be when Ghesquière gets to Vuitton?
Not a carrousel reminiscent of one’s childhood, or an escalator that displays models dressed elaborately in near-priceless uniform, or a train moving along its tracks. Similarly, we probably can’t expect redactions from the Cristóbal archives so maybe, just maybe, in fusing together parallel collections from Ghesquière’s reign and Jacobs’, we can derive a paltry dose of intel.
Our first report suggests that the two designers, whose aesthetics are rarely compared, may or may not have unwittingly created and subsequently presented in tandem collections that really could compliment each other. Maybe not in the case of Darth Vader when held up against the feminine, embroidered organza florals of Spring/Summer 2012, but at least they’re almost always on similar pages regarding head and its corresponding gear.
The other, maybe more salient thing, is that both designers look phenomenal in their own clothes. So, is this what it feels like to be on the peripheral of fashion history in the making? I think I like it.