June 30, 2013 § Leave a comment
When I think of Versace, currently and stretching back since Donatella took over the house, I think of three words: sexy, dependable, predictable. I always know that the Versace collection is going to be at least two of these things (though Donatella rarely misses the mark when it comes to sexy.) There is a Versace mold – slinky dresses, cut outs, detailed fabrics, deep v necks, high slits, very light or a very dark palette. On the few occasions Donatella has broken away from these lines and the collection has been a disaster – I believe the Spring 2013 RTW is an example of this. Being a fan of this Versace look, I’m rarely disappointed by the collections, but predictability is not exactly something a fashion house wants. Fashion, especially haute couture collections, are supposed to be the cutting edge of the new, the next thing we’re all going to be wearing or wanting to wear. When you already basically know what a house is going to put out during a show, it’s hard for them to keep the focus, and I would definitely say the Versace is starting to fall out of focus with the head pack of fashion houses now.
June 30, 2013 § 1 Comment
“I am reduced to a thing that wants Virginia. I composed a beautiful letter to you in the sleepless nightmare hours of the night, and it has all gone: I just miss you, in a quite simple desperate human way. You, with all your undumb letters, would never write so elementary a phrase as that; perhaps you wouldn’t even feel it. And yet I believe you’ll be sensible of a little gap. But you’d clothe it in so exquisite a phrase that it should lose a little of its reality. Whereas with me it is quite stark: I miss you even more than I could have believed; and I was prepared to miss you a good deal. So this letter is really just a squeal of pain. It is incredible how essential to me you have become. I suppose you are accustomed to people saying these things. Damn you, spoilt creature; I shan’t make you love me any more by giving myself away like this — But oh my dear, I can’t be clever and stand-offish with you: I love you too much for that. Too truly. You have no idea how stand-offish I can be with people I don’t love. I have brought it to a fine art. But you have broken down my defenses. And I don’t really resent it.”