I just went through the 190-something pages of this blog and found out that Moderne-Solitude turned one yesterday!
It was interesting to see how my vision has changed over the past year. It became darker and minimal, but also much more elegant I think.
Having this blog is such a great experience. I was lucky enough to meet some wonderful people such as goodmorningnyc and erichcanvogue; but more importantly, it introduced me to my boyfriend. He is the best thing that ever happened to me [je t’aime chériiii!!] and I wish to all of you to be as happy as I am now. It feels amazing to have found the right person.
I used to think that Kanye West’s tacky-as-hell collection was the first sign of apocalypse; but I was wrong. It was actually the disapointement caused by Phoebe Philo’s less-than-exciting SS12 collection.
Philo took over Céline back in 2008 and had, until today, delivered strong collections every season. She became the leading figure of the “new minimalism” and managed to create timeless yet modern clothes that every woman wanted in their closet. A master of clean cut elegance, her clothes were perfectly flattering for the female figure and form.
But that now seems long gone. While the quality of the fabrics is still here, there was something awry with the silhouettes. While we can applaud Philo for stepping out of her well-trodden comfort zone, I wonder what woman would agree to put on one of those unflattering boxy jackets? Unless you’re on the tall and skinny side, it seems to be quite a hazardous decision. Similar problems with the dresses and their big belt. Let’s not forget the shoes, which will make the already heavy outfit even heavier. What about the bags you ask me? A collection of dull rectangular clutches and handbags, with a few rounder and forgettable shapes. Forgettable, just like this collection.
While Ms Philo is still undeniably talented, I hope the next collection will make this one look like just a little faux-pas. May she not be like a bottle of champagne whom stayed open for too long: still good, but falling a little flat.