Saving The Best For Last

Thank god, Jslow is back in action following her trip to South Africa and a big styling job (she’ll be back posting on Friday.) I really missed her, and we were finally able to talk about this and that. That being fashion.

Because of her life, she was barely able to follow the Fall 2012 Ready-To-Wear Shows. I, being a fashion nerd with a much less glamorous schedule, followed them, saving my favorites for times when I could really savor them. Almost like saving that chocolate chip cookie, the one with the crisp edges, soft center and perfect ratio of chocolate chips to cookie, for last.

The thing is, it’s a lot of work following the shows. There are just so many. And they become a blur.

I read in the Wall Street Journal here that in New York alone, over 300 designers showed their collections. In Milan, London and Paris, the numbers are far less as they have governing bodies who control who can show and when. That is such a metaphor for the quality vs. quantity factor that seems to personify American vs. European anything, but I’ll save that rant for another post.

Anyway.

I saved Rick Owens for a lazy evening. Ditto Ann Demeulemeester and Comme Des Garcons. The sad thing is, I already sort of forget the collections. Not that I didn’t love them. There were just so many others.

So this morning, faced with writer’s block, I went to Style.com to check the last of the Paris Fashion Week collections. Alexander McQueen and Chanel were so breathtaking that it would be criminal to try to describe them. They rendered me with the writer’s equivalence of speechless.

Take a look for yourself.

Here is Chanel. I could wear it all, if I won the lottery:

Here is Alexander McQueen. I couldn’t wear any of it, and I don’t care:

At last. Fashion I will remember.

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