Didn’t we just see a demented Vivienne Westwood show, in London? Why yes, we did. But this is her Paris collection, a fancier, even more fucked up Spring 2013 collection: Mad queens with powdered faces and lopsided crowns, jewel-encrusted dresses with raw edges, burlap turbans, ballgowns worn with short shorts. You know, the usual.
The naughty princess, the crazed queen.
World travelers or country conquerors?
There were hearts painted on models’ faces, sometimes for an unsettling effect.
Red Riding Hood revisited.
That number on the right — intentionally “dirty” — is so Derelicte.
Ballgowns for everyone.