I’LL DIE IN DRIES
What can I say here? Really what can I not say? So much going on in a slew of what Godard would call Masculin, féminin. Bandstand stripes, wallpaper florals, sea anemone skirts, feather lure separates, clunky brogues, and wide skirt-over-trouser combos. I had to go through about three times to make sure I saw everything. Somehow there are plenty of Voila! looks while cohesiveness weaves in and out of the viewers consciousness. Complete with crystal geckos, this is carefully constructed chaos, a la mode.
YOU GUYS LIKE MY FRENCH JOKES?
