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what has this world come to? it seems as if every year, we must say good-bye to a brilliant soul; good-bye to McQueen, good-bye to Galliano, now good-bye to Raf Simons. well, not completely a farewell, as he is moving on to replace, ironically, John Galliano at Christian Dior. although...is there now speculation about this? andVogue's Anna Wintour led the standing ovation which resulted in an encore at the Milan show.
brought in to pretty much save the faltering label after its founder left, i must say that i feel like he's been woefully used. the shocking, attention-grabbing hues that we are so familiar with were replaced by a palette of light coffee, baby pink, and biege nudes, and the genius of infusing a storyline with what must have been Simon's best collection thus far will guarantee that this event shall not be forgotten any time soon. going through these crisp, fresh, clean looks--rather, art, indeed-- was much like a lukewarm cup of swirled leaf java in a remote glass structure overlooking the most vast expanse of pastel wonderland you can imagine, and all the while going barefoot in a heavy house robe, remniscent of a late sixties British film starring Christie or Geeson or the fantasmal like. and i was struck by possibility that the models walked out grasping their lapels shut to guard their hearts...what are your thoughts?
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