Ahh, Luella, my favourite designer. Her collection for Spring/Summer 2007 was shown over the weekend at the New York fashion show, and Catwalk Queen have brought you all the goodies as per usual. To be honest, I'm not sure whether I hate or love her collection, several days after mulling over the photos. It's classic Luella - edgy and punky yet with a tailored, polished finish. It's for the ultimate girl who Just Doesn't Care. Yet do we care about Luella's latest collection? Click on the jump below to hear my thoughts, and see some more pictures.
The three examples shown above show Luella's alternative side creeping out - the punky thrown-together look of the middle picture, combined with the shiny muted suit on the left, and then the archetypal bad girl all in black, rebelling against fashion's recent dismissal of the logo with the big 'B' for Bartley. The mirror shards don't thrill me, it's altogether too high school art class for my liking, something I expect better of from Luella. I don't know whether to be pleased or annoyed that we haven't seen the last of those dreaded skinny jeans and trousers that us over-size-12s cannot wear easily. Time to get back on the diet, then. Her whole collection seemed to collaborate matching shoes with trousers, unusual yes, and not exactly suitable for nipping to the high street for a pint of milk, but I think we'll get used to it. Ahh...And those masculine, patent pointed toe lace-up shoes that we've been seeing more and more of (even as Ugly Shoe of the Week over at Shoewawa), obviously they won't be running away with the skinny trousers and jumping over the moon either.
I just had to include these two pictures here for comedy's sake. Again, with the matching shoes and shorts, but ignore those for now. The colours! The baggy, ill-fitting shapes! The synthetic cargos! Mine eyes, they bleeeed! I just don't know quite what to say about these two, I'm hoping Luella will announce she's actually bipolar, and she doesn't know what possessed her to create these two monstrosities. If we end up wearing these clothes next summer, please, someone, kill us now.
