Showing posts with label Armani Privé Spring 2008. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Armani Privé Spring 2008. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 30, 2008

The Pleasure of Answering One's Critics

In an 1884 essay published in the Pall Mall Gazette, Oscar Wilde dashed off a quick 200 words to address the limitations inherent in wearing high-heeled shoes. Platforms, he suggested, were the answer (or clogs, in the vernacular of the day).

Wilde's proposition was anthithetical to fashion. High heels were needed to keep one's skirts from dragging in the street, but they also created a difficulty with gait that Wilde claimed "produce(d) that lack of grace which always follows want of freedom."

The essay was written as a response to an ongoing debate about dress reform, a topic about which Wilde held strong opinions. Writing it gave him "...the pleasure of answering one's critics."

The Armani Privé Spring 2008 Couture Collection was likewise antithetical to fashion, or antithetical to the definition of fashion by amateur fashion critics. Yet in a suburban shopping center, in vast tracts of Australia, on Hollywood's red carpet and at other poles of inaccessibility, Armani's collection is de facto fashion. And why not? An Armani piece is superbly rendered and masterfully cut. One cannot go too far astray wearing Armani; it is one of those international symbols of sleek good taste that readily answer the ever-fraught question of what to wear. In most circles, an Armani garment lifts said question above the comically rhetorical.

The amateur critic, whose avocation it is to be critical and whose opinions are nonetheless not diminished by increasingly impassioned critique, regards Armani as a case of form following function. "Form" in this case is defined as that which advances knowledge and experience. For the purposes of this essay we will accept that "function" refers to the designer's past as a tailleur and his ability to construct an unimpeachably exquisite suit. Tailors make suits. There is no disagreement in that simple and unprovocative statement. Tailoring is a time-honored tradition that requires the eye of the hawk and the steady hand of a surgeon.

Ah, says the critic, but does Armani make haute couture? And if we define fashion in the terms of haute couture alone, then Armani must be anti-fashion. If he is not anti-fashion, then where is his evolutionary bridge? His designs have eclipsed mere uniformity and have almost become uniforms.

Among the lesser charges are: a lack of whimsy, a lack of raw emotion, a lack of risk. Haute couture is about risk and showmanship, branding, and increasing brand awareness. How and where this translates into sales is a mysterious science best left to accountants. Without risk it veers perilously close to prêt-à-porter and a waste of a Parisian afternoon better spent at Ladurée chomping macarons à la pistache.

As critics, we expect an artistic response to what we might term profitable fashion, and in this light Armani has failed to deliver. All that pearl and dove gray that could be tried on and worn out without alteration or concession. A beautifully rippled Ondine-like gown no doubt destined for a ceremony that may or may not take place. Fifty-two looks and not a futuristic kimono or a sustainable flounce among them.

We are an odd species. Repetition is only permissible in romance novels, not runway shows. Not for us the comfort of the sartorially familiar. We place immense token on imagination and transcendence. We must be seen to keep apace of the times, and yet these are strange and disorienting times. Merely looking good is not the best revenge. There must be more or the artistic dialogue is defeated. It is nearly incumbent upon a creator to step away from a signature and to attempt the uncharacteristic. Even the flop may be redeemed by brinksmanship.

There are limits, naturally: The Galliano Fall 2008 men's collection is said in some circles to have nudged them, even if Galliano is no longer shitting dandy. Armani's gentle mutations of previously exercised forms were evidently pleasurable only to the professional arbiter, whose job it is to write semi-lyrically and to ensure all-important and ongoing advertising revenue.

Somehow, we have determined that haute couture must not be primarily emblematic of lifestyle or social class. This observation splits the broader definition of "fashion" into two realities. If haute couture cannot answer or relieve the monotony of saleable fashion, then it must challenge or at the very least widen our knowledge and provide rewarding emotional content and grist for the mill of dissection.

If we confine ourselves to that narrower logic, then Armani gives us nothing to think about and nothing to revisit for inspiration. Armani does not perform artistic gymnastics or other feats of athletic prowess, like triple axels. Still worse, he does not pause to answer his critics. The stale maxim "Il faut souffrir pour être belle" is not germane to his production. Not only does one not suffer an Armani, the designer himself does not suffer the anomie that permeates the work of certain other haute couture houses. He isn't quite in step with the modern need for responsibility either--not as respects smudging the unsightly lines of class or supporting the burgeoning eco movement.

Any couture designer's output is an extension of and commentary on himself, but in the haute couture it is expected to reflect upon his world more purely than hybrid ready-to-wear/haute couture collections. Outside of haute couture, how this world is translated for the end-user is of paramount importance.

If we see ourselves as a creatively progressive and dynamically au fait species (and really, who would not want to be thought of in those terms?) Armani's collections fail to gibe. We also must factor in the truth that what we think of ourselve we also must think of our surroundings.

When we acknowledge that we must move forward or stagnate, we then must ask how we cognitively process what we see. How do we outline our visions? A slightly modified, yet still identifiable suit is processed as not being updated enough or worse, is seen as a ho-hum retread. Or perhaps it's dismissed as tailoring instead of fashion, as craft instead of couture. We see the negative and the seam, not the positive and the chic.

Lagerfeld sidesteps this complaint because a Chanel cardigan jacket is a historical and affectionate emblem. The flawlessly cut suit, however, is just a flawlessly cut suit. Any tailor worth his weight in gold thread should be able to make one.

Images: Style.com