Even amongst the storied fashion houses of Paris, there is one name that commands almost universal respect and intrigue.  Karl Lagerfeld revived perhaps the most beloved and recognizable label in the world when he took the helm at Chanel in 1983.  Since, he’s turned out collections at a dizzy pace and with Chanel’s S/S 2010 Karl proved he’s not slowing down in quantity or quality.
With over seventy unique looks, Lagerfeld easily doubled, and in some cases tripled, the output on an average designer.  Clearly, Karl’s Chanel is meant to be anything but average.  It’s not a fashion show, it’s a fashion event.  This year, Karl bought the farm.  The Grand Palais became what must be the the most chic barnyard soiree this world’s ever seen.  Showing his maturity, the country themes were subtle - this was no costume parade.  Infinitely wearable, yet stunning dresses, skirts and jacket bounced down the hay-laden path (this was no runway) in palette heavy on white, with splashes of red and blue.  It was the perfect dose of humor and exuberance.  Unexpected, but surprising you is one of the great things geniuses do, no?
The one letdown?  The unending parade of white faces.  Karl, if you’re channeling the South, you’ve gotta mix it up a bit!

Even amongst the storied fashion houses of Paris, there is one name that commands almost universal respect and intrigue.  Karl Lagerfeld revived perhaps the most beloved and recognizable label in the world when he took the helm at Chanel in 1983.  Since, he’s turned out collections at a dizzy pace and with Chanel’s S/S 2010 Karl proved he’s not slowing down in quantity or quality.

With over seventy unique looks, Lagerfeld easily doubled, and in some cases tripled, the output on an average designer.  Clearly, Karl’s Chanel is meant to be anything but average.  It’s not a fashion show, it’s a fashion event.  This year, Karl bought the farm.  The Grand Palais became what must be the the most chic barnyard soiree this world’s ever seen.  Showing his maturity, the country themes were subtle - this was no costume parade.  Infinitely wearable, yet stunning dresses, skirts and jacket bounced down the hay-laden path (this was no runway) in palette heavy on white, with splashes of red and blue.  It was the perfect dose of humor and exuberance.  Unexpected, but surprising you is one of the great things geniuses do, no?

The one letdown?  The unending parade of white faces.  Karl, if you’re channeling the South, you’ve gotta mix it up a bit!

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