The Clothes: Marcel Marongiu did what he does best: naughty bourgeoise chic. His girl this season was a prim and proper Parisienne whose wild side is revealed by a slit an inch too high and a neckline an iota too plunging. Inspired this time by 1960s architecture, ranging from Oscar Niemeyer’s work in Brazil to Frank Gehry’s Californian buildings, he created a structured, graphic collection in navy, white, pastel, and absinth, punctuated by eyelid-shaped prints.
The ageless shift dresses and frock coats were contrasted by plunging V-necks, plenty of backlessness, and double-slits on skirts. For nighttime, there were cropped bustier tops paired with long skirts and wide-leg trousers. Stomachs seemed to be the pièce de resistance of the show, and gave the collection a 1990′s red carpet feel. Time to do sit-ups, I thought.
The Hair & Makeup: Dark smoky eyes perfect for a midnight escapade; hair was slicked to the side with a slight imperfect wave.
The Soundtrack: Fred Sanchez, as the lovely PR Bruno informed my philistine ear.
The Vibe: Professional, staple French press all loyal to the historic brand.
Front Row: Plenty of Voguettes in Balmain-esque attire.