Anarchy of Roses: "Let them eat cake"

By Neslihan
How obvious can your references to the 18th century be? That's what I asked myself when looking at Karl Lagerfeld's 72 amazing looks for Chanel Crosière. Will this man ever get tired of reinventing himself every season and every inter-season? Seriously, his last collection was all about the wonders of the ocean, letting Florence Welch be the upper mermaid who lead all the others to the catlwalk. Shells, scales and shimmery fabrics captured everyone's attention.
Ever since he has woken up Chanel's spirit in the early 80's, he has managed to surprise everyone and yet stayed true to the brand and himself. Even though everyone deeply adores the things he does, he says he's never satisfied and when people ask him about his favourite collection. He answers: "The one that I'll draw next." He says: "Satisfaction leads to complacency and when you got the impression that you cannot outdo yourself, it's time to quit." He is such a talented human being. He's not only a designer but also a photographer, artist and 24/7 realist. "I'm not a dreamer. I create dreams."
I've always been intruiged by his mysterious and perfect look. He's the ultimate billboard for his brand: powder white hair, black 'suit', black leather gloves, crispy white high collar shirt and the black shades. He calls the last one his "burqa". He doesn't care about what others think of him. He says he knows what goes on behind those glasses. He also doesn't care about the reviews he gets for his collections because "there comes a time that people stop being critical and start loving everyting you do." And he cannot stand that fact.
Let's talk about his last Chanel Crosière Collection though because it would be a shame not to. You know that hysterical moment you see something/someone you instantly adore and you want to scream at the top of your lungs you love it/him/her? You know, lust at first sight. Oh dear, I just wanted to write this whole post in CAPS. (woops) I had to calm myself down first because well, that wouldn't look good, would it? The whole collection was an ode to Marie Antoinette. Lagerfeld doesn't really care about conformism. He is such a delightful rebel, yet he knows to stay classy. The models wore cotton candy wigs or they went for an Uma Thurman in Pulp Fiction look. And of course the show was held in the gardens of Versaille. A true fashionable history lesson. He made his models wear dresses that were inspired by 18th century underwear. Frills, bows, shiny broches, pearls, lace: everything screamed le XVIIIe siècle. The colours reminded me of soft macarons, yet it wasn't all about purple puke and pastel, because Karl wouldn't be Karl if there wasn't a tat of rock 'n' rolla. And we got some rock. Think of silver/gold creepers (I'd sell my lungs to buy those), leather studded outfits, edgy bathing suits and the crazy chanel sign tattooed on the girls' faces. J'adore!

WARNING:
1)It was so hard not to select all 72 looks and I nearly fainted when I had to pick 1/2 (read 20) of the total but I made it.
2)You will die when looking at the pictures, make sure no one is in the room when you're screaming, crying or dancing.
3)Thou shalt love it!