This season's couture shows were quite the "Let them eat cake" moment. With these struggling economic times, the collections did not hold back on ostentatious design. But with this slightly hysterical indulgence, where do these yards and yards of silk, embroidery, and chiffon go without being entirely ironic? Where would this expensive taste be tasteful? Can the haute couture world completely sustain itself in a hermetic bubble without influence of the rest of society? Does the beauty and skill of a sensational piece justify its own creation? A thinly veiled illusion of stability or an actual beacon of hope for the near future? At the same time, it is because of the recession that people start on their path of their true dreams. The depressed rental market, the low job prospect back at home, the blind bravado spurred on by crazy times, all become reasons that serve to shake people loose from their roots, instead of anchoring themselves down. As their last excuses for not persuing their ambitions melt away, the inspired become inspirational.
[Vanity Fair, May 2009 issue & New York Magazine April 20,2009 issue]
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