I think I may be just a little too caught up with the romantic landscapes conjured up by the English writers I've been indulging in. It's rather silly to post about a fall show when the weather is sickeningly, oppressively warm, but when I looked at the sweeping long coats and lean riding-style jackets of the Céline fall show, I found myself thinking of Mr Rochester, Mr De Winter, Heathcliff, possibly Mr Darcy (this is strictly my conjecture since he was never described as being dark-haired) - and how all these Byronic figures might look rather dashing in those items.
Phoebe Philo was thinking of luxury cars; I like the image of mobility and motion this conjures. Only rather than sleek cars, I'm picturing fencers in an elegant duel in those sleek turtlenecks, and riders on horseback, their long coats with flapping in the wind, vitality on their cheeks. It's a cool, thoughtful mix of almost courtly elegance with a dash of modern engineering (all those sleek panels and inserts). I didn't care much for the oddly panelled dresses and skirts though.
I've wanted a Céline jacket since Phoebe Philo's first collection, and I'm loving how every season, she's coming up with evolutions of it that makes you want to keep collecting them. Alas, the lightness of my pockets means that owning such a piece is about as likely as me meeting the Byronic hero of my dreams.
Pictures from vogue.com