January 22, 2007 Paris
Watching this potential cacophony of color and technique is one of the most childlike pleasures in fashion, a half-hour trance of delight during which a magician pulls surprises out of a hat. The reason it continues to entertain? As Lacroix goes on, his execution becomes ever lighter and more accomplished. One meringue of an invisibly bunched-up, petal-sleeved dress seemed held up only by air, while a brilliantly draped absinthe chiffon appeared to have been whipped around the body in a single gesture.
According to Lacroix's program preface, this particular collection was about flowers: roses, peonies, violets, marigolds, and geraniums. That's by the by, though. At Lacroix, the focus is less on making systematically coherent seasonal statements than on adding to a body of work that is an endless narrative around his favorite subjects. And as long as he does it this well, nobody will ever complain.