Mary Katrantzou’s creations are the stuff of dreams, of imagined lands and characters far, far away. Yet somehow, Katrantzou’s creations this season conjured up the sentimental granddaughter in me, with the prints reminiscent of my Grandfathers stamp collection books that used to line his shelves in his comfortably cozy living room.
It seems that stamps, and the memories tied to them are a shared experience- Katrantzou was fascinated with the way in which stamps told stories, connected cultures, commemorated travels, documented world history.
There is a certain heart-aching melancholy in this inception of the collection, which carries throughout and produces an evolved take on the labels aesthetic- pushing further the boundaries of her silhouettes, cuts and tailoring to create something altogether beautiful, yet in my eyes, totally wearable.
The use of tailoring and structure that seems to defy traditional dressmaking is the definition of the sort of designer that Katrantzou has become world renowned for, and rightly so. This perfect culmination of talent, beauty and art is really what fashion should be about.