Washing ashore and sporting the stink of sapphire we find the Lou Dallas collection in full-blinding display. Listen close as it slithers onto the runway, bright-eyed and tight-lipped only to turn and freak you with the stern face of eternity. A slap to the ass of NYFW it was indeed as the ripples will no doubt leave a mark on its annals for days to come. Limp malachite dipped in confetti and gold are spurted over the rims of imagination and help separate the taboo from the must-do. A testament not just to the art of fashion itself but an unexpected blowback right into the face of ennui. Pull the car around Shrek, I’m ready for more!
Lou Dallas’ Plutonian Tears
SNAPS BY TAYLORE SCARABELLI
REVIEW BY JORDAN MINKOFF
Washing ashore and sporting the stink of sapphire we find the Lou Dallas collection in full-blinding display. Listen close as it slithers onto the runway, bright-eyed and tight-lipped only to turn and freak you with the stern face of eternity. A slap to the ass of NYFW it was indeed as the ripples will no doubt leave a mark on its annals for days to come. Limp malachite dipped in confetti and gold are spurted over the rims of imagination and help separate the taboo from the must-do. A testament not just to the art of fashion itself but an unexpected blowback right into the face of ennui. Pull the car around Shrek, I’m ready for more!