You know what makes a Dries Van Noten show even better than it’ll inevitably be?
Sitting on Lynn Yaeger’s lap. It’s also the secret to half decent pictures.
While the rest of the Vogue-ttes squeezed into a corner, we perched almost atop the runway in a most precarious position to watch Dries send out his mega-luxe but semi-incognito spring collection.
The designer’s clearly picturing his customer skipping from Bali to Bangkok to dinner in Saint Tropez wrapped in sumptuous fabrics and sarong-type dresses absolutely dripping in jewels. With his usual mash up of patterns and prints and colors, he awoke from his subdued fall collection with a woman who could handle color and luxury and copious amounts of far eastern vacation.
His clothes, though, are so grown up they almost look walking down the runway on sixteen-year-old boy bodies — maybe he can cause the curvy stir next season?
—REBECCA SUHRAWARDI AUSTIN