Once again, John Galliano staged an extravagant ethnic mishmash.
An imposing checkered snakeskin zoot suit paved the
way for Mexican-beaded shirts and suits, wide denim
ensembles embroidered with cars, and a great knitted
Andean coat. Galliano also showed some beautiful quieter
pieces that were sometimes eclipsed by the
flashier outfits: Standouts included a piped pale-blue
blazer, side-ruched trousers and pretty tea dresses. (These could have done without their bungee-cord multiloop belts.)
Galliano is a fantastic storyteller who can meld diverse influences like few others. The insistence with which he drives
this point home, however, is making it virtually impossible to distinguish his work at Dior from that of his signature line.