Viktor and Rolf Fall 2011: Red in the Face and Ready for Battle
PARIS--The photo pit at l'Espace Ephemere in the Tuileries, impatient with the delay at Viktor and Rolf, began singing, shouting, whistling (there was some raising of middle fingers, too)--anything to spur the lights to dim and the show to start. As if to answer the photogs' lewd taunts in kind, a draw bridge lowered, angry militaristic music began pumping through the tent, and red-faced models marched down the runway. It was a little scary. I would not want to do battle against Viktor and Rolf's army of lady warriors. Their armor--leather or stiff chiffon-plated dresses with shoulders that were exaggerated or cut out completely, high collars, and sharply pleated skirts--looked impenetrable and almost reptilian. Black stockings had blood red seams running up the back and the voice against the percussive soundtrack pleaded "hurt" over and over. I don't know who will wear this stuff (maybe Daisy Lowe, La Roux or Leigh Lezark, all of whom sat front row??) but I do not want to mess with them.