Look, I love a couture showing just as much as the next guy. Vaginas be everywhere, see: Valentino, and Raf Simons be stirring irregular heart beats universally, see: Dior. This season though, I say instead of dwell on the priceless made-to-order fancy strutting down runways subtly suggesting sentiments like, “hey friends, I am the price of a loft in Tribeca, do you want to buy me? I get it if you’re not interested but here’s a steal: you can also just buy the gloves for the price of a Ferrari!” …let’s look back to the streets, where trendforecasts are, per usual, manifesting too. And while sure, it may not include floral appliques made from porcelain that is particular to a very small and inaccessible region in Russia, there are reflective lenses. And you know what they say about reflective lenses, right? Mirror into the soul, people. The soul. See below and give a hearty thanks to Tommy Ton who never gives up on the good times, ever. Man, I love Paris.
Exhibit A features the exuberant arm parties: this one is a swanky jewel meets vintage tee tale as old as time. Cigarettes are bad but that minaudiere is not.
Here we have some transparency which is necessary, albeit vital on the streets of Paris during a week like this. Chainy wirst, chainy shoulder–hey, is that shampoo? I can appreciate travel-sized high-test hygiene.
Exhibit B: Friendship. Here we have Anna dello Russo toting around her minaudiere (file this one under an unspecified exhibit C,) talking to Michelle Harper about, well, I don’t know, alpha-A-game? Naturally, if I had to pick a favorite I would by a landslide run, not walk, to the cobalt tent.
And then Candace and Hanneli were not like let’s look at each others pictures but were instead all, “hey, I’ll trade you Stella for Celine? Celine for Stella?”
Friendship with self counts in this bracket too and I’ll tell you what else, no one is having as much fun as she and her python Prada sandals are. No one. Except me.
Ah, there she is. Mira, Mira, fo Fira. This season sporting her cool new messy bob and what look like geometric prints that could put a ruler out of business for days. I wish there was a function on this site that allowed you to throw tomatoes at me every time my jokes were as bad as the aforejoked. Onto trend C.
Which is the perfect tail-end to a parlay. Hey again! Feathered panama hats. This one is a stand alone. I hope Pete doesn’t see this and start begging for one. I have limited funds to allocate to his obnoxious habits, he is, after all, a plastic flamingo.
And then there was Exhibit D: over-sized clutches. And more cigarettes.
And even some cigarettes on over-sized clutches. This is rich: rich in content, fiber, morale, everything, people. Todos. Prada.
Holy eye-ball! Do you see what I see? I should explain what I see because it is isn’t the obvious reaction to a ring with an eye on it. It is, hey! Go buy what is behind this link, now.
Another over-sized clutch, yes, but let’s look at what’s important: see, those are shoes.
And finally, I promised you reflective lenses so is here one of four sightings. I don’t know if you remember this but I already exploited the soul mirroring vehicle just after Australian Fashion Week and then proceeded to collage a bunch of dope pairs that stood under $50. Refreshers here n’ here but now I must say good-bye. This was the street style trend recap that lasted forever it seems, I love spending time with you. All images are via Style.com and there is more where this came from, baby.