Jean Paul Gaultier Plays the Twilight Zone, Haute Couture FW14/15

all photos by Thoal Niradeth for JPG

all photos by Thoal Niradeth for JPG

I suspected there were bats in the belfry chez Jean Paul Gaultier when I was handed a seat assignment for a section called “Chroniques des Vampires.” Gaultier has a wicked sense of humor; it’s an integral part of his talent. Christened fashion’s ‘enfant terrible’ at his start in the 80s, he is now a diabolical sage wielding his mastery of couture craft with a sizzling streak of Parisian irony that can be charming, unsettling, and is usually a bit of both.


The witchery was nonstop. The show opened with Edwardian mille feuille pleat organza sleeves on a black crepe turtleneck tunic over pants; it was a perfect balance of ornate detail and clean shape with gothic undertones. The ethereal senior model à la Carmen Dell’Orefice was genius JPG, even though her balancing act on sky high heels sent shivers down the spine.






Gaultier played the twilight zone style classics for all the fun and couture finesse he could extract from them. Those mille feuille pleats turned up everywhere. A cape collar formalized a blouson in gleaming calfskin, a jogging jumpsuit was covered in jet beading, and a dominatrix leather skirt was paired with an organza lace cloud twisted into a blouse. One mink bustier dress showed just a hint of the ghostly white lace slip and ballerina tutu petticoat lurking underneath, and silver, skeletal embroidered chain “pinstripes” ended up fringing the hem of a suit. Fur was lethal. Partially shaved musk rat made for a great Cruella Deville skirt worn with a reversible brown to white leather wrap-around jacket. Mid-way through the show I thought I’d seen a ghost. Turned out it was Anna, the daughter of legendary 80s model Pat Cleveland who vamped down the runway just like her mother used to in a transparent silk stole striped with bands of mink. One regrets the lack of theatrical characters like Cleveland on the runway these days.







Throughout this macabre tongue-in-cheek drama, Gaultier developed the collection’s real story, a blend of haute and casual that brings couture forward. There’s nothing spooky about a hoodie in grey guipure lace, silk velvet jogging pants, Harris tweed warm-up suit, or a sport jumpsuit in mini pleat silk jersey. These were the real winners in this collection.




With Marilyn Manson blaring nonstop, the mood became a bit black sabbath for the show’s finale with one erotic mousseline baby doll tent making the sign of the cross with a sparkly red Swarovski thong that barely covered a girl’s essentials. And Gaultier couldn’t resist casting Vienna’s bearded cross dresser Conchita Wurst, this year’s Eurovision Song Contest winner, as “Zizi Imperatrice,” his naughty French word play for Empress Sissi, Europe’s ultimate fairytale princess. After that bearded beauty’s passage, the show’s bride, a vision in a skinny white sock knit sheath with a pair of mille feuille organza angel wings, floated in like a heavenly breeze. RV



Bouchra Jarrar’s Haute Perfecto, Haute Couture FW14/15


It’s no secret that Bouchra Jarrar has a soft place in her heart for what the French call the perfecto jacket. It’s a perennial in her collections but in this show, the biker classic was omnipresent. Since her start in 2010, Jarrar has played the couture tailor. In the midst of Paris’s haute evening poufs, she delivers credible daytime couture for women who one imagines go to work both before and after lunch. This has inevitably led her into menswear interpretations. Jarrar has repeatedly taken the trench, monk’s kimono and military dress coat, transforming them with asymmetrical cuts, stylized flounces rich fabrics and embellishment until they become truly couture, feminine and very Bouchra.


The couture collections presented in Paris this week have been full of feminized menswear from the embroidered flight suits by Raf Simons at Christian Dior to pajama tops and ball gowns from Giambattista Valli and the bike shorts Karl Lagerfeld showed under every skirt at Chanel. So Jarrar was right on trend as she turned the perfecto into a scarf-like accessory displaying a bare back, as a dress in iridescent tweed unzipping to leather, or a precious bird in black and white feather stripes. The biker variations were scattered throughout this sporty collection. The perfecto was cinched at the waist, flounced with a slinky-style peplum, and elaborately patchworked in a mix of tweed, glazed leather, feathers and Lesage crystal embroidery.


This is Jarrar’s second outing as an official French Haute Couturier having been given the appellation by the Chambre Syndicale last December, but instead of adding gravitas, the acceptance seems to have acted like an elixir of youth on the house’s style. The silky polos, sporty side-striped pants and school girl oxford lace-ups with mini chain trim put a gamine spin on couture. RV


Undercover on Television, Paris Men’s SS15



Jun Takahashi waxed a bit nostalgic in this collection for Undercover, covering basics with The album covers of Television’s seminal late seventies art punk “Marquee Moon” and “Adventure” albums. The album title in big text over straps and across the bottom of jackets, and a blow up of the album’s images of Tom Verlaine and the band across parkas and tunics or spliced and stitched back together on jeans, is mood board mode: instead of  images inspiring design, here the clothes become a sandwich board for images. Takahashi filled out his vision with gingham checks for smock tunics and patchwork blousons, and brown leather jeans. RV