But fear ye not red carpet obsessed lovers. There were plenty of wowsah showstoppers (worn with sexy full length leather gloves) with cinched in waists and flashing peep-plunge fronts and even flashes of big colour in scarlet, jade and lilac with Kasbah kaftans more worthy of a latter day Talitha Getty. If I were a birthday girl heading to Morocco, I’d be grabbing a pile to re-enact ‘that scene’. Now that is chic.
Hedi’s ’70s Paen to Saint Laurent Paris.
Oh Hedi, ‘wiz ‘zis collection you err really spoiling us’.
And so it was that Hedi rolled into town with his first collection for the much controversially re-named Saint Laurent and Lo, It Was Good. Nah, it was more than good. This was a collection that tempted the tastebuds of everyone who has ever faintly imagined themselves as a YSL muse in the ’70s with a touch of Marisa Berenson stroke Stevie Nicks/Chrissie McVie. That would be me then.
The twitter line fed (blurred) images of large hats, skinny trousers, big bows at the neck and a trendy insoucience of a latter day ingenue. They called for Florence Welch and Kate Moss to wear it. I called for a sugar daddy who’ll keep me in the style to which I could grow very accustomed in Hedi world and that doesn’t involve muddy Glasto fields.
Tight square shouldered jackets over waistcoats over the skinniest pants (well, Hedi was known for those in his menswear Dior Homme collections), sumptuous soft suede safari jackets with wide flared pants, flashes of sheeny leather skinnies and burnished pewter sequin vests had us panting as did acres of floaty chiffon with gossamer sleeves – all topped with ‘the hat’ of the collections – Quaker meets 1970s floppy.
Smart little dresses looked tame then had yards of trailing silk behind. Hedi took the voile by the horns and used it in large bows, billowing sleeved blouses and trailing (short at front) long skirts.
This was black on black with a touch of ’70s trad brown to even up the real score. A Paisley maxi dress with tassles screamed rich hippie as did the tiered frill dress while the floor length leather skirts and crocheted capes cantered in from another direction. Kaftans, maxis, capes, fringing, safari jackets and (ultra luxe) peasant blouses all did their best to foray into Yves’ world but Hedi had modernised it ‘just so’ to make it look the right side of retro tinged for wannabe model rock stars.
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