Comme Des Garçons *

I have been in an odd state of mind recently, not really knowing whether I'm coming or going, not knowing what state I currently lay in- joy*sorrow*love*self pity*lust*anxiety*sublime satisfaction*hope*anger*relief*esteem- all of these crazy energies folding into a soufflé of emotion that I simply cannot define, nor control. I feel it in my dreams- they are intriguing but cruel with the uncertainty of reality when one awakes. It really does affect everyday toil, informing the attitude towards aims and goals and what, if any of these are achieved. It even targets the inner self whereby suddenly what I am, my perception of who I am is altered, through maybe a need or want to change, or pressure to do so. I am acutely aware that this sounds incredulously gay, and I'm sooooo not for pretentious bloggers who define themselves through blatant wants and needs, but 'like' sincerely, I saw this collection and what I am right this minute (it could change) finally made sense because of the dialogue created through the tailoring, the detail, lines and volume, the juxtaposition of colour palettes from fabric to eyeshadow, these details. We are what we wear- or what we aspire to wear, I strongly believe that. One easily relates! It holds a bold narrative, and if the above makes no sense at all then understand this- it holds a bold narrative. The show was like a poem, coming to life. It’s not trying recklessly to be different or to pop out because Comme Des Garçons bears no need to do so. It is truly poetic, I emphasise that, and unpredictable for an aw07 collection as it succeeds in harmonising so much energy, emotion, humor and romance; whipped like shiny enamel double cream...for a season otherwise cold, dull and grey...