Explain: "Couture"

Yesterday, as we colored with Sharpies... Intern Sabrina: Does anyone actually wear couture anymore? Faran: Sure. A few hundred women. The wives o
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Yesterday, as we colored with Sharpies... Intern Sabrina: Does anyone actually wear couture anymore? Faran: Sure. A few hundred women. The wives o
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Yesterday, as we colored with Sharpies... Intern Sabrina: Does anyone actually wear couture anymore? Faran: Sure. A few hundred women. The wives of British hedge fund managers... Fabiola Beracasa... Eva Green, when she's working. Intern Sabrina: Only a few hundred? Then what's the point? Indeed. Couture happens twice a year, enlists about 20 designers and all of the magic they can muster, and costs millions. Meanwhile, the number of couture buying women is equal to the number of women who can actually walk in Balenciaga's new lego heels. It's a tiny group. So if none of the hand-sewn, highly conceptual collections are selling, why devote an entire week to the madly theatrical clothes? In part it's for PR. Naomi and Linda on the runway; Gwyneth and Liv in the audience; a fireworks display of fashion power where every flashbulb counts. But couture is more meaningful than a page in US Weekly, a spread in Vogue, and a standing ovation from Carine (though we'd pay a lot for that). This week is the time when designers convene to express their most extreme, most exuberant, most self-referencing visions. When Dior presented at Versailles last night, his smothering petticoats and crystal coated lashes weren't saying, "Look at Kate Hudson in the front row." They were saying, "Look at us! We are how we see our world, and this is what it looks like." The Olympics have their opening ceremony, fashion has couture. It's the pageant that comes before the games of buying, selling, winning, losing, and gossiping that run during the ready-to-wear season. Sometimes a Couture show can make you think you've found a soulmate in some fabric. Sometimes it's hollow and draining, like a bag of candy you scarf for breakfast. But it's always a chance for a label to reveal its own sort of patriotism, and for us to step back and see what a world looks like where clothes are the only language, the only currency, and the only love. Speaking of love: Did anyone else catch how Galliano incorporated neon and graffiti into his gowns this season? The street and the catwalk are mashing again...

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