Dior will always be Dior, touch wood. For now at least we are still witnessing all that bears witness to everything which should concur with the most delectable four letters in fashion. Kris Van Assche understands this I think, and SS15’s primary colour masterpiece that paints an altogether adulatory portrait of the world renowned Dior man is case in point. Sharp suited, but not abrasive, youthful, but in no way puerile, and eminently classic, but in no way impotent.
For this modern day cultivated voluptuary, Dior is the perfect choice, not only does it still do what is says on the tin but spring summer brings about a few new quirks that remain unrelentingly romanticised. Lucky us then, because the somewhat nouvelle vague styling is superior, all streamlined too, not to mention the neat stripes and even certain features like the whimsical illegible typography prints, a pattern of their own.
Pressing on, the exceptionally fabulous colour scheme, which also took over the setting with its pleasantly artsy morale and total lack of sapping pretentions, looked no better than when it was painterly abstracted as ad hoc squiggly doodles on crisp white shirts.
It’s not boundary breaking, the wildest we are entitled to is the Parisian double denim and a silky leather blazer in deep navy blue, but these elegant accoutrements are equally as breathtakingly beautiful, in male sense of course, that the rest of the collection. All we need in life is clothes that cherish the body, it’s as fruitful as can be and will restore all that is good about fashion, so take it and don’t leave it.
by Liam Feltham
Images courtesy of Style.com