Haute couture is a higly protected term. It’s not haute couture unless
- Design made-to-order for private clients, with one or more fittings.
- Have an atelier in Paris that employs at least fifteen people full-time.
- Each season present a collection to the Paris press, comprising at least thirty-five runs/exits with outfits for both daytime wear and evening wear.
Ah Wikipedia. You always have the answers…
Everyone’s been gushing about Riccardo Tisci’s outing with Givenchy (and rightly so) but Alaia was another highlight of the season.
People love Azzedine Alaia because he’s a fashion maverick. He speaks his mind, often to his detriment. He hates the fashion grind, which causes designers to take on too hefty a workload. He’s not a slave to trends or to money or to retailers.
I love this collection. Alaia really knows his way around a woman’s body. The silhouettes, the details and the pure love that is poured into all of his designs are evident.
But is it art? What do you think?
P.S. Whenever I hear the word ‘Alaia’, I think about that scene in Clueless.
CHER: Oh, no, you don’t understand. This is an Alaia.
MUGGER: An Awhatta?
CHER: It’s like a totally important designer.
MUGGER: And I will totally shoot you in the head. Get down!