My hero Dries Van Noten really crushed it in his 101st fashion show. Unsurprisingly, I guess. His Spring/Summer 2018 came down the runway in Paris this week; that’s why you haven’t heard much from me. I’ve been wallowing in the magnificent splendor of it all.
He told Vogue, “We always say that fashion is a reflection of our times. . . . Well, maybe that’s enough of that! Let’s do something optimistic, enjoy things—and really go for it!”
I like reading reviews of his collections, because they always point out his modesty and willingness to let his work speak for itself. The Washington Post weighs in; even Financial Times can’t resist a feature.
This collection is a gift from Dries, a reminder that lightness and color and sparkle are still with us. I am crazy about all the brocade-covered boots, the scarves dangling everywhere, the tropical palette.
The amount of work distilled into this 13-minute fashion show is astonishing to consider. He does this four times a year—two collections for women, two for men.
Even if you aren’t thinking a fashion show is a thing to watch, jump ahead to minute 11 and see what happens when the final parade of models comes out. It’s his vision, in a dazzling river of color and texture and pattern.
The haunting, swelling rendition of “Be My Baby” will stick with you.