Balenciaga was great, Chanel was lumpy, and Thom Browne had spaceships.

Credit…via Thom Browne

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Oct. 7, 2020

It was the giant floating dachshund spaceship that did it.

It drifted over an expansive Art Deco coliseum โ€” site of the 2132 Lunar Games, an intergalactic extravaganza supposedly taking place 239,000 miles from earth as men and women in 50 shades of intricately worked sporting whites flew the flag of hope โ€” to close Thom Browneโ€™s show.

It was ridiculous and charming at once, as was the scenario, which called to mind all sorts of things (โ€œThe Hunger Games,โ€ the 1920s tennis star Suzanne Lenglen, โ€œChariots of Fireโ€). So too were the clothes: jackets and long pleated skirts and tops transformed into bottoms and bottoms into tops, all elevated by handwork into something actively precious. It took the postponed Tokyo Olympics and reimagined them not as a symbol of loss and stasis but as a symbol of possibility.

And it crystallized the absurdity of the whole exercise: of holding fashion month in the midst of a pandemic; of pressure by the French government (according to multiple sources) on fashion houses to go ahead as close to usual as possible, the better to support the hard-hit industry, despite the masks and social distancing and security measures put in place.

 

 

The glorious human absurdity of it all.

Credit…via Maison Margiela

By the time the digital curtain fell on the last of the Paris shows โ€” Maison Margielaโ€™s tour de force of a tango between documentary and dance, the rawness of scrap and the grace of a ruffle-erupting trench or a feathered bias gown โ€” it was clear what was needed right now wasnโ€™t escapism. Even if thatโ€™s where we started, back in early September when the New York โ€œshowsโ€ย began. It wasnโ€™t comfort clothes or ways to hibernate until this is all over. Even if there were a lot of bathrobe coats and bedroom slipper boots.

It was, rather, a plunge into imagination and the instinct toward self-decoration and self-expression that is, in essence, an affirmation. It was a shout into the void that takes fear and doesnโ€™t ignore it, but rather transforms it, uses neurosis and pain as a catalytic converter. Yeah! Bring it on.

Credit…Monica Feudi

Credit…via Balenciaga

Bring on Yohji Yamamotoโ€™s witchy forest crinolines, like something rising from the depths of the darkest fairy tale, and Demna Gvasaliaโ€™s Balenciaga models lip syncing to a pounding remix of Corey Hartโ€™s 1980s anthem โ€œSunglasses at Night.โ€

 

They wore them while slithering through the darkened, desolate streets of Paris in shaggy fur coats with massive shoulders made of shoelaces; in gleaming tank dresses woven from basketball hoop chains; and in enveloping silky track suits, draped in irony like armor and upcycling like couture. Borne forward on Gulliver-size garments free of gender norms (itself a trend, maybe the most ubiquitous of the season).

Whether you want to wear such clothes is almost beside the point; they reek of potential.

Credit…Valerio Mezzanotti for The New York Times

Still, there have been a lot of very good clothes this Paris Fashion Week โ€” stuff to wear, if you are inclined to get out of your sweatsuit. The buttery leathers and sculptural jersey bodysuits of Nadรจge Vanhee-Cybulski at Hermรจs, bridging the Mondrian grid and the Greek amphora. Altuzarraโ€™s offhand crushed balloon silks and Gabriela Hearstโ€™s austere coat and tank dress trimmed in lavish silk tassels, her monochrome columns.

Daniel Roseberryโ€™s reclining-nude print pajama suits at Schiaparelli and Julien Dossenaโ€™s terrific mรฉlange of elevated flea market finds at Paco Rabanne, such as one might see at the coolest outdoor cafe of the mind: a rock-star leopard coat, lacy lingerie dresses and some bristling, donโ€™t-touch-me chain mail.

Credit…Luis Alberto Rodriguez

Credit…via Schiaparelli

Credit…via Paco Rabanne

 

There were also some bad ones, like Virginie Viardโ€™s mall Mom 1980s bouclรฉ bombers, Bazooka pink stonewashed pleated denim and heavy-handed graffiti prints at Chanel. Juxtaposed against the 40-foot-high โ€œChanelโ€ tricked out in Hollywood lights that served as a set, and the 1930s champagne bubble frocks that swanned out for the finale, the show felt as if it had two different personalities, one Coco, one Karen (also a problem: the fact that of the 70 models in the show, almost all were white, a glaring leap backward in an industry whereย efforts to address systemic racismย have often seemed too little, too late).

 

Credit…Valerio Mezzanotti for The New York Times

 

 

And there was a debut. Matthew Williams took the reins at Givenchy with a low-key laying out of totems that will be his building blocks for the brand: a heavy lock, like the locks that bedeck the bridges of Paris to represent eternal love; the exacting shoulders of the Givenchy founder with a triangle sliced out at the seam, the sleeve dropped to the biceps; horn heels from the Alexander McQueen years and some subversive richesse from the Galliano regime.

This meant sheer, diamante-bedecked evening wear over visible stockings, integral cummerbunds with a military aspect, and hundreds of sliced silk ribbons boned into a gown.

It all made sense, in an almost surgical way, but it didnโ€™t quite rise to the level between poetry and preposterous this particular moment demands.

Credit…via Givenchy

As Miuccia Prada said after her Miu Miu show, โ€œThese are polar times. Everything is opposite.โ€ Cue an exhilarating amalgam of ideas and energy that mixed candy-colored jersey with 1970s Danskin and Vitas Gerulaitis stripes, 1960s shapes, chunky paste jewels and swathes of draped taffeta.

 

If Marie Antoinette wanted to play basketball instead of shepherdess and got Roy Lichtenstein to make the uniforms, this might have been the result. Just looking at the images was energizing.

Credit…via Miu Miu

Credit…via Miu Miu

 

 

There has been a lot of talk in the fashion community about missing the shows, but what that really means is missing the sense of connection and sensory input you get from live experience โ€” the same way most of us miss the view of life on the street (which is its own kind of show).

Itโ€™s not the running from city to city and collection to collection from 9 a.m. to 9 p.m. that is mourned. Itโ€™s gossiping with the person next to you and ogling the inside of some never-before-seen Paris landmark and then seeing some combination of fabric and form that makes you think about identity in a new way.

Thatโ€™s why at Louis Vuitton, Nicolas Ghesquiรจre held his dรฉfilรฉ under the glass dome of La Samaritaine, the 19th-century department store owned by LVMH that has been closed for a 15-year restoration (it was to reopen in April, but because of the pandemic, the doors will remain shut until next year), and made the walls into a green screen.

Credit…Valerio Mezzanotti for The New York Times

Credit…Valerio Mezzanotti for The New York Times

Those who could be there in person had a special preview of the space, and those watching at home saw the show transposed against scenes from โ€œWings of Desire,โ€ the 1987 Wim Wenders film about an angel who sacrifices immortality to become human and experience life, with all its pain and joy (and sex!), in color.

As for those colors: They came in the form of bright, skate-inspired slogans splashed across boxy T-shirts and T-shirt dresses, paired with big drop-crotch pants and oversize coats, shapes that were neither classically feminine nor masculine but somewhere still to be explored. They came in jackets that could be cinched close to the body or expanded to swing loose, mixed in with graphic black and white prints that echoed the rush of movement, silver embroidery and the occasional lavishly draped satin puff.

โ€œVote,โ€ read one message (presumably not referring to the imminent American election, since that will take place before these clothes are sold, but rather to the idea of action). โ€œBounce,โ€ went another. โ€œMove forward,โ€ a third.

Beam me up, Scotty.

 

 

         

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