September 30, 2012 |
GIVENCHY
Fuck! What a shit day – being stuck in bloody traffic for fucking hours, thank the lord its Givenchy time sister! The Givenchy lady is an insanely confident, sexual goth and predator – who would like a bottle of red wine sent to her suite right away! Along with a pack of slavering black hounds, a handbag stuffed full of hotdogs and all of Ciara’s musical oevre on vinyl. This time Tisci confronts the 1960’s archives of Mr Givenchy himself and adds in a few nuns in a monochrome way. RIGHT NOW! I actually can’t write in words how much Jack loves Givenchy’s womenswear and the mad divas that sit front row each season at their shows. He’ll be lost for words. How often does that happen – NEVER. Jack always has something to say on every subject.
By Antony Miles with a lot of help from Jack Sunnucks
