A new direction

So, I am feeling a new direction. New heart, and new thrill. All because of the Galliano for Dior Spring/Summer 2011 Paris Haute Couture show.
Having waxed lyrical about the sheer brilliance of the show, both flatmates have requested that I should maybe write my ardour down. Probably so they don't need to hear about it. So I think a new direction is called for here - a bit of inspiration - I am going to write all that I love. And what I truly love is fashion. I love the performance, the drama: dressing up and dressing down. I love a gown that I can move within that makes you feel like you might be wearing a masterpiece. I look at the shows on the catwalks, and I see the beautiful works of art gliding.
I know some people condemn high fashion; they say it is too expensive, unrealistic, ridiculous, not for the average person. And this is true. It isn't, and nor is it pretending to be. Just as an art collector must know, the most beautiful paintings are often the most expensive. An original copy of Dickens will set you back the cost of a brand new BMW. There are wines that sell for thousands and thousands of pounds. All masterpieces in their own way; so why not fashion?

Galliano's collection has captured some of this marvel. His pieces are generally beautiful. All dramatic, all show-stopping. And yet there is something about this particular show that has set it apart. One expects Galliano's collections to be over the top and slightly ridiculous in the sheer amount of ruffles he has managed to graft into one frock. In fact, one expects it to the extent that it has, in recent years, perhaps lost some of it's magic. But this year, the magic is most definitely back. And boy, does it sparkle and shine.