La vie en rose: how fashion fell for the pink dress
Designers have been banging the {drum|carol} for tracksuits and gender-fluidity for the last two years. So why is this symbol of {femininity|beauty|appearance} trending on the {Paris|Paris, france|Rome} catwalk?
Paris fashion week {is almost|is nearly|is practically} over, bringing catwalk season to a close four weeks {after the|following the|following your} {circus|festival|spectacle} rolled into {New York|Nyc|Ny}. And here's what it {boils down to|comes down to}: soon, you will want to wear {a pink|a red|a green} dress.
Wait. {A dress|An attire}? A pink dress? {Is this|Is|Are these claims} the same fashion industry {that's|which|that is} been banging the {drum|carol} for tracksuit bottoms and gender fluidity for the past {two years|2 yrs|2 years}? Indeed. {More|Even more|Additional} of which in {a moment|a point in time|a flash}. But first, a little more about the {pink|red|green} dress.
At Balenciaga on Sunday morning, in a hangar-sized venue on the P? riph? rique divided into corridor-shaped catwalks by plain white curtains, {the way|the way in which|just how} beds are on a hospital ward, it was a watermelon-pink dress, which swung loose from turtleneck to knee, long {sleeves|masturbator sleeves|fleshlight sleeves} almost meeting duck-egg {blue|green|unknown} gloves, the skirt {slashed|cut} to one hip. {At|In|For} C? line, where the catwalk meandered around disorienting curves of two-way {glass|cup|a glass}, which caused one model {to completely|to fully} lose her bearings halfway through the show, the shade was flamingo and the drapes sunrayed {out from the|out of the} breastbone, a dress overlaid with {a cape|a shawl|a hat} - half superhero, {half|fifty percent|50 percent} twinset. At Valentino, under the frescoes and chandeliers of the H? tel Salomon de Rothschild, it was knee-length (again), high at the neck, {draped|covered}, a cape-dress hybrid, this time in {the classic|typical|vintage} {Paris|Paris, france|Rome} fashion week shade of Schiaparelli pink. At Givenchy, that evening, in the gardens of the {Natural|Organic|Normal} History Museum it was ballet-slipper pink, high-necked, with silk fringing and {sweeping|steady} long sleeves. {The next day|The following day|The very next day} at Herm? s, it was fuschia, in parachute-silk, {cut|slice|lower} on the bias for soft movement.
Designers have been banging the {drum|carol} for tracksuits and gender-fluidity for the last two years. So why is this symbol of {femininity|beauty|appearance} trending on the {Paris|Paris, france|Rome} catwalk?
Paris fashion week {is almost|is nearly|is practically} over, bringing catwalk season to a close four weeks {after the|following the|following your} {circus|festival|spectacle} rolled into {New York|Nyc|Ny}. And here's what it {boils down to|comes down to}: soon, you will want to wear {a pink|a red|a green} dress.
Wait. {A dress|An attire}? A pink dress? {Is this|Is|Are these claims} the same fashion industry {that's|which|that is} been banging the {drum|carol} for tracksuit bottoms and gender fluidity for the past {two years|2 yrs|2 years}? Indeed. {More|Even more|Additional} of which in {a moment|a point in time|a flash}. But first, a little more about the {pink|red|green} dress.
At Balenciaga on Sunday morning, in a hangar-sized venue on the P? riph? rique divided into corridor-shaped catwalks by plain white curtains, {the way|the way in which|just how} beds are on a hospital ward, it was a watermelon-pink dress, which swung loose from turtleneck to knee, long {sleeves|masturbator sleeves|fleshlight sleeves} almost meeting duck-egg {blue|green|unknown} gloves, the skirt {slashed|cut} to one hip. {At|In|For} C? line, where the catwalk meandered around disorienting curves of two-way {glass|cup|a glass}, which caused one model {to completely|to fully} lose her bearings halfway through the show, the shade was flamingo and the drapes sunrayed {out from the|out of the} breastbone, a dress overlaid with {a cape|a shawl|a hat} - half superhero, {half|fifty percent|50 percent} twinset. At Valentino, under the frescoes and chandeliers of the H? tel Salomon de Rothschild, it was knee-length (again), high at the neck, {draped|covered}, a cape-dress hybrid, this time in {the classic|typical|vintage} {Paris|Paris, france|Rome} fashion week shade of Schiaparelli pink. At Givenchy, that evening, in the gardens of the {Natural|Organic|Normal} History Museum it was ballet-slipper pink, high-necked, with silk fringing and {sweeping|steady} long sleeves. {The next day|The following day|The very next day} at Herm? s, it was fuschia, in parachute-silk, {cut|slice|lower} on the bias for soft movement.
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