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I Just Arrived at Paris Fashion Week, and I Need a Pointy Bra

Ricci’s runway did have a bit of a somber feel; the music was slow, the palette full of black, some bluish gray, some gray-ish blue, and there were fascinator-type caps with fishnet veils that cascaded over models’ faces, like something you’d see in the movie version of a funeral. BUT, the show wasn’t sad at all — perhaps because I wasn’t? I’m in Paris, day 1! Hello!

I came in excited and watchful, ears perked and on high alert, and so what I saw was a collection for a “quality over quantity” kind of woman who you think might be a minimalist, but one look at the fabrics she’s wearing or that one weird piece in her closet and you realize she’s the type to orders eggs with extra hot sauce.

Speaking of spice: for she who needs something more daring injected into her life, the chests of my favorite Ricci dresses came in the shape of bullet bras. Paris Fashion Week has been going on for a few days now, which means more than one piece of pronounced underwear has happened. There were bras outside of dresses (just two — the restraint!) at Loewe, bustiers and thigh highs at Off-White, and hyper-turtlenecks attached to white lace bras at Chloé that popped out from behind deep-V’s. At Balmain, no bras, just your standard brand of power-shouldered, come-hither (but careful, I’ll eat you) sex appeal.

At Dries, there was Dries. That’s a compliment, I love him. He just needs to keep on keeping on, living his best life in that fantastic house of his and dressing women who can’t get enough of his slouchy, luxurious, no-wrong-way to wear suits.

Perhaps the most important thing of the day, which I guess I should have led with, were the satin high-heeled cowboy boots at Alessandra Rich. They win the Accessory Award for the day. From where I sat, her whole collection appeared to be one wonderfully shiny tribute to rhinestone cowgirls and Dolly Parton. It was so fun.

I left the show all happy-go-lucky as a result, which raised a question: We know shows can affect a viewer’s mood, and viewers’ moods can affect how we view clothes — it’s a chicken/egg situation. I wonder if the last show one sees for the day can affect an entire lineup of tomorrow?

Will report back ASAP. I need to figure out how to make my bra pointier by dinner.

Images via Vogue Runway.

Amelia Diamond

Amelia Diamond

Amelia Diamond is a writer, creative consultant, and Man Repeller alumnus living in New York City.

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