Giambattista Valli for the elegant eccentric in you. This is the alternate universe where things really turned around at Grey Gardens--where Little Edie looked around, said "screw this," and skinned every rodent that had taken up residence in her home to make herself a fabulous coat to wear while striding along the beach.
Maison Martin Margiela, ladies and gentleman, for that super cool bitch you sort of hate because she somehow manages to make a dress made of bottle caps and her grandmother's crochet blanket look amazing. She mixes the coolest vintage scores, including super rad Japanese bomber jackets, with high end glamour. Margiela's show was a celebration of assemblage, a monied collage of bits and bobs for those who can afford to look a little crazy.
The end of the Armani Privé show took a turn towards the whimsical. This lacquered dress is stunning, and the veil takes it into the surreal. For all of us who had dreams of being Lydia Deetz on our wedding day standing next to our own Beetlejuice (in a Gaultier striped suit, of course), these gowns will get us half way there.
Of all the couture offerings, this Vionnet creation stuck with me. It pushes the idea of glamour to its limits. There was something about the red organza pleating spewing from the lace that brought to mind the work of Frida Kahlo, confronting and challenging the viewer to find beauty in the traumatized body. The red pleating seems to transgress against the purity of the white lace. Now, who could wear it? I think this is one of those dresses that falls into the "for Tilda Swinton only" category.