With his gold cursive initials boldly hung over red
curtains in the nouveau-posh party salon of London's
Le Meridien Grosvenor House Hotel, Julien Macdonald
let loose an unabashed display of fashion excess at
its best, or worst, depending on one's point of view.
There's absolutely nothing subtle about Macdonald's
rich-bitch aesthetic: Picture an avalanche of massive
furs, leopard-printed, sexed-up vamp dresses with S&M
caps, dominatrix-inspired leather suits, sky-high
diamond heels and sequined blazers that would make
Ivana Trump look positively frumpy. As if to drive his
point home, Macdonald also showed lavishly embroidered
matador suits and a series of barely-there lingerie
gowns that could've been plucked from a racier version
of the Victoria's Secret catalog.
Did it work? Absolutely. Macdonald's clothes are
clearly not for everyone (Pamela Anderson and Miss
Venezuela come to mind as potential customers), but the
over-the-top performance was a jolt of pure fun.