While watching a runway show, there is always a moment in time for me. The second that captures and epotomises the feeling, like this headline image. If you can tear yourself away from all the beauty that happened in this shot for one second, the orchestration at its rise, the crescendo, that fleeting summation, then you can start to objectively dissect that moment, just right for the vision.
The tonality of the gold lip, a lip that just wouldn’t work most places, was exquisite against the backdrop of an alabaster that felt darkened and tinted, a shadowy film noir version of a neutral shade you might find in a Mark Rothko painting.
This one moment feels like a beckon to everyday decadence. Part 1930s Hollywood glamour framed in a slipper satin floor length dress, a small nod to Schiaparelli’s famed bias cut.
Part futuristic with a strategically placed asymmetrical cutout, something you wouldn’t have found in the days of old, sterilised with the fast paced beat of the music and intensity of the walk. Is this future, or past? The contradiction created balance.
Framed with the subtle shimmer of sequins that felt like chips of multi-coloured precious rock and stone melded together. Enhanced with a melodic accompaniment of two carefully placed chopsticks in sleek pulled back hair, a note to Son Jung Wan’s roots.