A Frock to Go With Your Bag

We all know that the lucrative accessory andpleasure to wear. An extraordinarily gifted
fragrance lines stamped with a designer's namecraftsman, Watanabe effortlessly incorporates
support the international ready-to- wear industryback- packs and bonnets into dresses, capes into
but, at last week's Paris collections, this messageskirts and handbags into jackets, all in a way that
was hammered home to the point of no return.never seems overworked.
Piling everything but the kitchen sink on to aYohji Yamamoto, as always, went out on an
model's slender frame - the shoes, the bag, theidiosyncratic limb. His was a masterclass in tailoring.
belt, the sunglasses - then plastering the lot withCurvy jackets crafted in interfacing boasted
logos to the point that the clothes themselvestacking-stitches tracing darts and seams. These
were all but obscured from view is not whatlooked sweet but never sickly, teamed with
fashion needs right now.overblown calico skirts - quite the most glamorous
Valentino sent out one handbag after another.toiles in fashion history. Towards the end of the
Louis Vuitton added monogrammed visors,show, the designer relaxed his message and sent
baseball caps and even umbrella shields to itsout Thirties- inspired cocktail suits in liquid satin.
already predominantly accessory-led range. TheMoulded to the body in a web of complex seams,
Christian Dior logo was back with a bang; thethese were, quite simply, sublime. Oh, and the
house also came up with a new handbag, pair ofonly accessories on display were feather parasols
boots and a scarf print for the season. Whatwhich will, needless to say, never go into
does it matter that the latter looked more likewidescale production. Yamamoto's more
classic Hermes? Celine's accessories appeared toreasonably- priced second line, Yohji Noir, his
hail from Brobdingnag: bigger, better and, well,Ysaac accessories and money- spinning
more brash than ever before.fragrances continue to facilitate his main line
To make matters more unpalatable still, the firstquietly and without fanfare, and, most
Paris season for the next millennium seemed, atimportantly, without ever compromising the
times, so hung up on the late Seventies earlyintegrity of the clothes.
Eighties as to be lacking inspiration entirely. ThisMartin Margiela's appointment as designer-in-chief
was not only apparent in the omnipresence ofat Hermes, one of the greatest status labels of
aforementioned logos, but also in the trashythem all, was made without fanfare more than
over-exposure of flesh, disco-diva silhouette,two years ago. His collection for the label was,
predominance of gold plate and prevalence of killeronce again, equally understated - clothes for
heels everywhere.women who spend their days rambling the French
There were, happily, exceptions to the rule. Reicountryside with not a care nor a Kelly bag in the
Kawakubo of Comme des Garcons was onworld, dressed in clothes that whisper luxury
typically innovative - if at times also typicallyrather than scream it. There was the perfect
opaque - form. Models, their hair teased intocashmere jumper and/or honey coloured coat, an
crowns of ringlets, their feet clad in pointedimmaculately cut pair of trousers and just the pair
slippers sprouting sprays of leaves, resembledof espadrilles - in softest leather, not grubby old
fairy princesses for the 21st century. There wascanvas - to see the Hermes customer through
more than a touch of the deconstructed Toulousethe summer. Margiela shows this collection on
Lautrec showgirl: ruffled collars and underskirtswomen of all ages, safe in the knowledge that
also paul smith,Abercrombie and Fitch,dsquaredHermes is unlikely ever to inspire a youthquake. It
which looked as if they had been crafted out oflooked all the better for it.
crepe paper were as pretty as a picture, finishingThe designer's own line was conceptually more
gauzy fabrics and a narrow and unashamedlyambitious, but no less accomplished. Oversized
feminine silhouette.jackets and coats, worn over equally voluminous
Comme protege Junya Watanabe came up withcotton skirts and sweatshirts made for refreshing
the finest offering of his career so far. This wasviewing, surrounded as they were by the sea of
both an exercise in the technological advancementitsy-bitsy bikinis and skirts that barely grazed the
that preoccupies Japanese designers - all thethigh on less women-friendly runways. These may
fabrics were newly developed for the show andset the flashbulbs popping, but perform little other
waterproof - and charming throughout. To thefunction than that. Come the spring, Belgium's
strains of a Karen Carpenter medley, and thegreatest designer's collection will no doubt be
shower of rain that cascaded from exposed pipesavailable in smaller sizes for those who would
running the length of the catwalk, models camerather not be swamped by their clothes for the
out in neat, Sixties-style shift dresses andsake of an argument, albeit a politically-correct
oversized headscarves, as well as skinny tailoringone.
with just enough stretch to make them a