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Spring in Paris. A tuberose-lined boulevard, a spinning carousel, a chatty café terrace, sprouting plane trees and perfectly preened box hedge. Its charm is indubitable. Chanel’s adaption was strikingly similar; a bubbling fountain, garden roses (10,000 to be exact), row upon row of trellis. It was as if were April, and attendees were on their way to an open-air market, or after-work apéritif, as oppose to a fashion show. Beneath the vast walled garden, Chanel tweed, chiffon and lace sprouted from the runway with grace, poise and prettiness. Pretty, as it were, was the desired mood for this Parisian garden party. “There is a time for prettiness when the world is becoming too ugly,” Lagerfeld told scrambling journalists backstage. Posy-topped heads, romantic lace, organza blooms, plucked marabou feathers, gauzy veils; the beauty was just lovely, too.
Hair was as French as it comes; beautifully unfussy, slightly windswept and most importantly, nonchalant. Naturally textured, Sam McKnight pulled hair into a low long pony at the nape of the neck, leaving wispy tendrils around the face to dance with gentle movement. Some, like model Vanessa Moody, even had choppy fringes and irregular tuffs, idiosyncrasy keynote to French hair.
Veils in cobweb-like lace, embellished mesh, layers of tulle; it was whimsical and suitably romantic, virginal brides walking down the rose-lined runway in pastel Chanel confections. And the icing on the cake? Petit bouquets of silk roses, shirred tweed, marabou feathers, even Perspex (an ode to the previous Chanel show, perhaps), all huddled with height atop model heads. Soft and tender, it was the perfect adornment in Karl’s Garden party.
Fresh-cheeked and sublimely rosy, blush was the beauty star. As too, a juicy lip, in shades of raspberry and strawberry – as if the girls had just nibbled une tarte aux framboise in the Tuileries Garden. A dusting of blush was swept across eyelids, and the look was complete.
As sweet as pie, this slice of beauty is to be relished with joy.
