Christopher Kane Resort 2011 lands
And blows dust into our eyes and right up our nose, but it’s cosmic dust made from the souls of 10,000 dead stars so it’s ok.
I like Christopher Kane a lot, I wasn’t totally in love with the gingham cut-out furore of Spring but I got it, I also wasn’t 100% into the leather + the lace + the floral, but I did look with fondness at the recent Kane inspired Topshop dress as I was pushed along by the heaving mess of too-many braclets, backcombed hair and painted nails whilst inhaling the soft, febrile hum emitting from the ground floor of the Oxford Circus flagship store.
You see, I like Christopher Kane a lot, but I LOVE him when he gets right up in your face and asks you to look harder. And when you do, you suddenly realise that there’s more to it all than meets the eye. Way more.
What’s not to like about the aggression spilling forth from the chest of this demure model whose t-shirt bears the face of a mandrill that looks like it could suck her own face off and shit it out within seconds, only to eat it again.
Yes, Summer 2009 was a good year for the monkey but this collection takes us to space, leaving the monkey to posture and fight it out all alone in the jungle. We have zoomed past the atomic explosions of Resort 2010 and have embarked on a new journey teleporting across galaxies splattered against cotton whilst chowing down on frozen ice cream. This isn’t new – it’s clear to all and sundry that the space vibe is permeating all elements of fashion right now – the homely tie dye has a whirling super nova effect when pulled off just right, Suno (worthy of an entire post, or 10) treats you like a god, depositing galaxies on your shoulders, whilst mociun has been rocking this shit for moons and now everyone else is cashing in. But this isn’t futuristic fashion with a wink and a nod to Irwin Allen and Roger Vadim, this shit is serious – it’s explosions from another world raining down on you, and you, the fashion astronomer, are blazing your way through light years to rock this shit in the real world. How very lucky we are. And the shoes? Hmmm, maybe a little Barbarella meets Benny Hill but Kane likes to fuck with us, and we like to get fucked.
Saying all of that I still love the understated AW09 collection and I often take time out to reminisce about how much I wanted to claw Hermione Granger’s smug face when she rolled into NYC wearing that nude dress, but you’ve got to hand it to her stylist – that girl has got taste. Ok, less deviation, resume focus – Resort Collection 2011 rules hard. Selection of images throughout via the world wide web of dreams – style.com, 10, Vogue…
Kane AW 09
Suno
Moicun
I love Christopher Kane too and I love the way you write, one of the best and least pretentious write-ups I have read whilst researching feedback on Kane’s 2011 resort collection (better than Vogue and style.com). I adore the nebula prints and just want to spend all my university funds on the dress in the 6th photo. I met Christopher by chance the other day when I visited London and he was such a nice guy.
Thank you so much for your comment. I love Kane a little too much for my own good and you are so lucky to have met him! If only he’d given you a free dress! Good luck with your degree, I’m guessing you’re doing something fashion-related. Anyway, the best of luck and I hope you get that dress. I hope I get it too…