Crazy feels good at Jean Paul Gaultier. Nothing new there. The exit
form prêt-a-porter for the legend was a grand affair which instead of standing
out from the rest of his career just aligns perfectly with it. There was
diversity, a whole lot of it. It was a beauty pageant of sorts judged by Rossy
de Palma parodying the elite. The talents at display were numerous- sections of
signature suits for women very reminiscent of what Gaultier has been in the past and
is, the Mexican wrestler inspired spectacle, the logos ad the prints,
encapsulation of the the spirit of some fashion greats like Carine Roitfeld,
Grace Coddington, Suzy Menkes and such. Digress not just yet. There were more
of those cheeky moments that shone through-Alessandra Ambrosio and her selfie,
Coco Rocha and the legendary cone bra and some forever spunky and glamorous
ladies strutting the runway with bare-chested men. It was hard to keep your
eyes wandering between the two. The clothes had a whack that was sui de
generis. But in this particular case it all transcended to celebrating what
Gaultier truly has been, still is and will always be. Larger than life!
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