Lanvin… Sublime!

What started out as a foreboding sign for fashion — poor lil’ LIndsay Lohan — making an arse of Ungaro as creative director with cheap neon mini looks, could almost be forgotten by the time the fashion circus got to Lanvin. “The year of the cocktail dress. Ruffles galore. Feminine allure. Kick up your heels hot.” Even girls getting down and dirty at club Le Montana — partially owned by Purple Mag editor Olivier Zahm — seemed to be in love with Lanvin. Never could a girl scream FELINE louder than in this latest collection by Alber Elbaz. If Zahm is the pornographer of Paris, shooting all the hot ladies in some form of undress for his website www.purple-diary.com then Elbaz represents the King of dress. It’s a funny dichotomy that give the French the distinction of sexy secret quickies and then dressing up really nicely while sneaking out the side alley. They even know how to add a class to the bloody walk of shame.

Honorary distinction and one to watch goes to Haider Ackermann, who created architectural towers of layers fitted to the body. Got to be intelligent or at least ready to go skin (in the Akermann looks), to pull them off.

Haider Ackermann, comfortable in your own skin… and his