Couture is fashion's 'go hard or go home' equivalent. If you're a fashion obsessive-lover-diehard (or not) it's the closest clothes ever get to sending us to nirvana. The work and the craftsmanship culminate in grandiose works that belong in their own sublime sphere of beauty. This year they did the same, naturally, but something felt grander, better, faster… fresher? There were romantic fat sandals, jumpsuits, baggy trousers and smiles all round. It was fresh, and fluid and fun - something that has perhaps been missing from couture for a while. Yes, couture is the stuff of dreams and these collections were a new dawn of dreaming.
Raf Simons' collection included cargo trousers, jumpsuits and some amazing Edwardian-esque drop waists. It was a wealthy mix, similar in conviction to his autumn/winter 13 couture that sizzled of an international menage a huit. The beauty was showcased through a variety of shapes and centuries, in colours of rose pink, white and black. From romantic odes to the queens of the stately past, there were also the new space-age hot mommas in the chicest trousers possible. Zips! Bagginess! Yet controlled, coutured and dreamily realistic. Who thought a jump-suit would ever be couture? Simons did. If there are more and more fashion weeks, so there are less and less rules. Let us rejoice for the most expensive trouser we will see on the catwalk - comfort couture is the chicest thing around and Simons' Dior new rulebook is slowly becoming bible worthy.