
Let's be honest- there was nothing really exciting that spawned out of this year's Fashion Weeks. There was Martin Margiela's departure from the Maison Martin Margiela brand (sad). And then, there were the endless sea of vapid hipsters who posed on front rows and displayed like a shrine on streetstyle institutions. On the other hand, a prodigious Tavi is celebrated for her bite-size, style wise genre of fashion via champagne glasses on the Cobrasnake and interviews on Style.Com (Am I the only one that finds this disturbing? She is still a child, and these people are treating her like she is a decade older!). It all reminds me of a parody of the fashion industry itself, realized through comedies like Zoolander where Ben Stiller is the fictional equivalent of Cole Mohr and pieces of expensive fabric are inspired by concepts of
derelict.
However, I can't be a hypocrite. I love fashion, and I find it exciting. The designs, the materials and the styling are all cause for my own intoxicating commotion- especially when the enthusiasm and spirit of the designer shines through, unfazed by the the mechanical loom of business models and the stale tastes of tired, old fashion editors everywhere.



This season's collection by Hannah Marshall is one of my favourites this year (Next to Jil Sander, Rachel Comey and a few others). Marshall sticks to her tried and true, gamine of gloom aesthetic without being repetitive, whilst employing a Balmain-esque shoulder and exaggerated hips. These clothes are what Gargoyles would wear if they were transformed into beautiful young waifs, yet still retaining simplicity and cleanliness, adding up to a extremely covetable collection. I want every single piece in my wardrobe.




images via kasmslo.blogspot.com, glamour magazine uk.