I spent an evening parked in front of the telly with some Bloody Big Lamingtons, happily entranced by The September Issue and being mildly amused by how all the big name designers shit themselves while showing Anna Wintour their collections. Except Mr. Lagerfeld of course, who shits himself for no person, ever. I would probably consider donating a limb to be personally shown through a Dior Couture collection by John Galliano himself. Thanks to the wonders of ye olde Interwebs however, my limbs can stay safely attached and the Spring 2010 Couture collections are available hot off the runway for one's perusal. Sure there's no designer give you the rundown on the whatnots and wherefores, but at least you can get lost in a fabulous world of fantasty while scoffing a lamington in your pj's.
Apparently, there were "gasps of girly delight" from front-row clients as Galliano's romantic, opulent ballgowns swished down the runway. Equestrian inspired pieces and looks influenced by Gibson girls made for a show bursting with "voluptuous visual pleasure":
Yes, I and my credit card have much unrequited love for Mr. Galliano's creations. Keep up with all the shows at Style.com.