3.3.14

LEE JEAN YOUN F/W14: MODERN REBEL BY DAY, ORIENTAL PUNK BY NIGHT

| Fashion Week |
How? Tell me how do you refrain from hopping up your front row seat when a designer nails your wildest organza fantasies? Shhh... Lee Jean Youn is a wool wizard. Let him wave his bondage-themed rope (sweater) and mesh bow tie you to a perfect woman.


At any point on the runway, slight rustling of autumn leaves, coaxed and whistled at the back of my head. Somewhat ongoing was expectations of some fancy whittlers designed to shatter violently in celebration with brick and earth confetti. Fascinators, hair veils single-headedly crowned my hopes and dreams, sans bridal (not now, sweetheart). As rebels stomp the ground harder, gone with the wind are perhaps, turtle neck collars, that are ingeniously replaced by a neck tall's leather chokers embellished with great panache - bodice print studs. Hold me.

During childhood, stickers stuck onto faces were my kind of haute, otherwise, Lee Jean Youn has beat me in this antic - contouring delicate faces to embrace shadow poetry by lace overlay. Masterclass. One show, I would watch, again and again, to be mesmerised by the duality in breaking conventional rules. Like a wedding, exchanging neutral vows, then connected with a giant cocoon coat. You may now kiss the vermillion ladybug.

I need a fruit punch.

 Shots by Yours Truly

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