If there’s one thing that cannot be denied of the Dior Homme spring 2009 collection, it is the effective use of popping colours. The electric blues, fuchsias and metallic gold blots were placed at the perfect time to nudge the observers when their eyes grew tired of scoping out the details on the boarder-line monotonous all-black looks.
The colourful surprises brought smiles to my face. I don’t know if I was smiling at the Hedi Slimane tailoring (even though the brand has been under the direction of Kris Van Assche for a few seasons now) or because I saw my self- 6 feet tall and slim as a swimmer- walking in the metallic gold, gunmetal skinny trousers that I adored. Whatever the reason, the collection was filled with pieces that every young, fashion forward individual would sell his kidney(s) for.
Everything wasn’t raspberry lemonade though. Assche was too conscious in his attempt to distance himself from the houses previous creative director. So conscious that you could see the blips in the collection: where the quest for isolation blotted out the mission to tell a story.
I hated the dropped crotch pants. The lengths of the legs were drowning as opposed to emphasizing the ease that such a silhouette can add. Some of coats were overworked and the glasses turned me off. Faults aside, the collection was very Dior Homme it’s just a matter of deciding whose Dior Homme it was.