I'm French, I'm from the country that invented fashion. And I'm gay so I'm basically the epitome of the judgmental bitch and I'm about to bitch ^^
Because if there's one thing I hate it's moda: fashion made in Italy. I'll keep simple and go straight to the point: Italy's mode is cheap! It's for straight guys who believe they have to wear Armani to match their new Ferrari.
There is a big rivalry between France and Italy because both countries claim the leading place when it comes to fashion but also food, culture, history and yet I can't help but feel that everything coming from the other side of the Alps is vulgar.
There's something about Armani that spells footballers, cheaters, macho with little dicks and big cars married to some bimbos and massively cheating with stripper who all wear far too much perfume and make-up to match their hooker-like heels and occasional Elie Saab ostentatious dresses at a premiere where they flash their brand new breasts and fake tan in a far too outrageous cleavage they have done right before their holiday on a yacht they stationned for weeks in Saint-Tropez or Ibiza because that's the "place to be" even if it hasn't been for the past 20 years!
Armani and Italian fashion is for the kind of guys who will look like Berlusconi when they're old: ostentatious, vulgar, tasteless, too much, obvious, flashy and bling-bling. You never have to look far beneath the sleeve of an Armani jacket to find a 12 kilos diamond watch. After all, Armani sponsors Chelsea FC, had Beckham half naked to promote their underwear and, after they thought he was not cheap enough, they move to Cristiano Ronaldo. No comment!
Armani has set a target, they are pleasers: they need to appeal to the footballers and the guys who want to be like them, buy a Ferrari or a blinged customised golden Range Rover with their initials on the door, wheels and dashboard.
But I have to say that I like Valentino because he knows how to dress women with elegance. He looks like an old scrotum but at least he knows son métier and he doesn't try to follow a demand or a trent, he makes the trend.
That's what I like about French mode. Most of the designers are not pleasers, they have a clientèle but only when it comes to perfume and accessories. Chanel doesn't answer to a demand, Lagerfeld follows his mood, his creativity and doesn't go and sponsor some pretty faces with big ears and oh! too big egos at some award ceremony. His creation remains a trend-setter. Same for Christian Lacroix, Jean-Paul Gauthier, Yves St Laurent or Christian Dior.
They are the names of fashion, of class along with Givenchy, Olivier & Ted Lapidus, Christian Louboutin and Rochas. Not Versace, Gucci, Prada or Fendi who are only good at selling bags, belts and whory shoes to the enriched pikeys. Two houses in France decided to follow the trend and look where they are now: Vuitton (who imitated YSL intertwined letters) and Lacoste. éLet's appeal to the masses and sell baggy shorts and skater shoes" Well done...
My personal favourite are YSL, Chanel, Lacroix and Lapidus because all of them rhyme with class, simplicity and elegance in very different ways. I remember when I was a child and we could see some footage of Paris Fashion Week on tely at the end of the news. I loved the Autum/Winter collection with the gorgeous classy black and white dresses by Yves Saint-Laurent, the outrageously elegant colours of Lacroix, the way Chanel and Gauthier praise women's beauty with handsome aloofness from Chanel and delirious craziness from Gauthier.
Judge by yourself from the mood of the cities:
Here's Armani at the last Milan Fashion Week.
Here's Vivienne Westwood at the last Paris Fashion Week.
One is outrageously vulgar following the porn-chic trend.
The other one is simply cute and it's Westwood ^^
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