Check out the catalogue photos below, grouped into three inspirations: the 60′s Style Colorama, Modern Nostalgia, Lolita on the Road, and Hollywood Glamour!
60s Style Colorama
Luscious colors of sorbets, bonbons and blush. A colorama of pale, almost milky acids, the pastels of the Memphis movement or the Art Deco buildings of Miami. Modern nostalgia of the Fifties, Sixties, and Seventies. The sweet mood of a doe-eyed Chic Lolita. As if a young, ultra-fresh Bardot had conquered Hollywood, as if La Madrague was in Palm Springs. This is the spirit of extreme femininity and sophistication found in the Louis Vuitton Cruise 2011 collection.
As beautiful in a sundress as she is in a shorts suit and a sky-blue striped little boy shirt or high-waisted trousers, or a circle skirt with organza petticoat, or a Fifties strawberry milkshake cocktail dress, the Chic Lolita is graceful to a T. She puts on a film-star air without taking herself seriously. Her ponytail, worn downtown or on the beach, is bedecked with a silk bow. Her jewelry echoes the grand tradition of Fifties style Hollywood bijoux, with a sly wink and a side-step in time to when bracelets and necklaces matched.
Lolita On The Road
Turquoise and coral embroidery, handmade flowers in raffia and leather, just like the bows seen at every turn. Her beach-bag style handbag in vanilla straw gets a touch of glamour with alligator skin. Her metal, mother-of-pearl and lacquer minaudière in sweet, succulent shades is made entirely by hand, just like the petite perforations in her fingerless leather mitts. Whether sheʼs in floral canvas ballet slippers or high-heeled sandals, this devastatingly charming Chic Lolita adores the impertinence and savoir-faire of the craftsmen behind them, and she steeps it all in sensational freshness.
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50s Hollywood Glamour
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Grand Palais, Paris, October 5th
What happened to the Grand Palais? Erased, vaporised, replaced by a stone dream, an extraordinary 18th century garden, which is also a cinematographic experience… Tuesday October 5th, 2800 unbelievably calm spectators, fascinated like children, are fixed in time. Something special is happening. There is elegance. There is poetry. Three fountains flow, the Lamoureux symphony orchestra and its 80 morning-coated musicians provide an offbeat magical note for the show. We are definitely with Chanel, in 2011.
The keyword for the collection is lightness. Lightweight fabrics, an abundance of voile in black or decorated with exquisite patterns, delicate meshes of fine tulle. A profusion of feathers, for both day and evening, feathers embroidered on tweed, on the bottom of short dresses and perfect feather ruffs, feather sleeves, feathers everywhere – take, for example, the pale orange ostrich feather dress – so simple, so sensual.
Creating desire means revealing, but concealing even more: pale grey or white jeans with holes, cleverly placed tears in a jacket, here and there, suggesting the skin below. A sequence creates a trance, the transparency of a voile dress which shows almost everything but almost nothing. Emotion. One of the collection’s emblematic pieces are mini-shorts, or rather tailored mini-shorts. We love it. It’s daring, it’s young, it’s irresistible. The model in braided tweed with metallic silver, a loose-fitting jacket and the purity of bright white stylishly redefines what, up until now, in the street, could not be described as overwhelming elegance… this playful micro-garment is no longer reserved for young girls, for Chanel it has become perfectly suitable.
In wooden wedges, embroidered boots or tantalising black leather thigh boots, in a midnight blue knit dress with a V-shaped hem, or a tweed dévorée dress, the Chanel woman knows that she is expected, she moves at her own pace. Like Karl Lagerfeld and this collection, she is a stranger to nostalgia. She appears to float towards what awaits her, a future whose only direction is freedom. And desire. Like Delphine Seyrig, the quiet muse behind this grandiose and intimate show.
“As if the floor was still coarse sand, flagstones on which I walked to meet you once again…”
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