The ’70s bohemian girl came back for a visit to Morocco with easy pieces that floated and wafted around her, with sashes and bits-and-bobs strung across her diaphanous cotton voile separates, edged in primary bright trims. Or maybe she just visited The Royal Tenenbaums and decided a tracksuit was the order of the day to get her from Paris to Morocco on daddy’s private jet because stealth wealth is so not chic. Chloé girls never look deliberately rich—but if you check the fringing of their carefree mini bags and the hems of their wide legged trousers and denim flares, it’s all hand worked perfection. They might not look moneyed, but they sure do smell moneyed.
What every young Parisian girl wants to look like—thin, tall with a sexy, chic closet of youthful separates, split skirts and stacked heels. Prints and a well curated wardrobe start young and this brand under the its new designers Alexis Martial and Adrien Caillaudaud is making waves worldwide for girls who aspire to be Left Bank chic with a hashtag attached to every joyful step they make.
Was this the wardrobe for Empire with Victoria Secret’s models? The girls strode down confident in their sexy-as-hell outfits that were a mélange of every shade of caramel and camel, knitted with rhinestones and rah-rah-ed with cha-cha ruffles in black leather on trousers and frilled across heaving bosoms. Olivier Rousteing sticks to the “sex sells” formula and he executes his outfits with that one thing on his mind. FROWers Jada Pinkett Smith and mama/manager Kris Jenner watched Instagram star/supermodel (is that enough monikers to describe a Kardashian?) Kendall Jenner stalk the runway in her white bandage dress, while the Supers the likes of Doutzen, Joan, Alexandra, Jordan prowled in tight-to-the-body, cling-for -your-life dresses and skirts that are clearly made for the flashing light bulbs on dance floors, red carpets and of course, their mental muse—Taraji P. Henson.
Who doesn’t love Alber Elbaz? Because what he does is simply divine: From the flirty pleated skirts that came down the runway to the sequin chic numbers that shone, every piece shimmied and sparkled with chic insouciance. We loved the double dresses—nude bodycon bandage dresses inside to foist you with butt, boobs and a waist, and then draped with sexy slivers of coloured silk outside to give the impression that God made that body of sin (when really it was Elbaz’s skilled hands). Elbaz is truly a genius with women’s bodies and when he throws in lots of shoulder bags with logos and cute graphics, he knows that commercial leather goods must share equal spotlight with his dreamy dresses—after all, one must aspire, non?
Text by Kenneth Goh