The 2012 is certainly going to be a year to remember, being a Water (Black) Dragon year, with or without the Mayan calendar and its so inappropriate ending. The Dragon we are talking about is not the fire breathing dragon we know. This one is a sophisticated creature with very special upbringing and arrogant but perfectly polished manners. He doesn't take "no" for an answer (you shouldn't either) nor does he care what we actually say (you should). He is a hunter, jewels lover, and - an aesthete. So are you this year or so I hope. He makes magic. You? Learn if you don't know. He offers keys to locked doors. You are advised to look through the keyhole and see if that's your dream on the other side. If it is, then you may very weel have the opportunity to get a key.
Being a Water Dragon, this most favorite Chinese mystical creature adds to his natural green (colour of element Wood), the black and deep or sea blue of the nurturing, forever flowing water. And drama. Lots of drama, secrecy, playful, theatrical behaviour, daring, acting, crossing and bringing down barriers - that's the Dragon's nature. And that's where I fall in love with Dior again. The former Dior. The real one.
My choices for the New Year's from the last 2011 collection of Dior that I consider Dior:
Make it black or grey or blue, but make it dramatic! Choose your best jewels and the brighter, the better. Never go for lower quality in a Dragon year - prefer to not wear jewels than to wear cheap ones. Add colour through stones - the Dragon likes the colours and the rainbows. Opt for chameleon nail polish, sparkling decorations on your dress, and, of course, precious stones if you have any. Mystic topaz would also please the Dragon with it's rainbow appearance. Be an aesthete, challenge your taste but keep it elegant. Dare to make a memorable appearance but trust the proven classic instead of the border kitsch.
Speaking of which, I get where I'm caught in a not-so-good mood... Namely: http://www.vogue.co.uk/fashion/autumn-winter-2011/couture/christian-dior/full-length-photos Dior... Reading the comments below I thought of Christian Dior himself, discussed by one person there and, of course, this person missed the fact that at the time of Dior, designers were not turned into gold-making machines which were expected to not have any human traits or needs. This is also an incredibly average collection which is totally killing me. After the bankruptcy of Lacroix, Dior remained my only harbour in the fashion world. Now, if that's what they're going to produce from now on, then I'll sew myself. Of the whole collection, there is only one dress I'd call "unmistakably Dior" - the clown one (but please no collars!). Everything else is... a bit of this, a bit of that, a bit of structure, a bit of mix, a bit of pattern and the final result is a bit of nothing. Just a comparison: http://www.vogue.co.uk/fashion/autumn-winter-2010/couture/christian-dior . Elegance, line (s), and drama - these are the three words I relate to Dior, however they may sound together. There are very few people who can make an elegant, simple piece daring and dramatic without producing a pure kitsch. This man is not among them, with all my respect.
Nor is Raf Simons for that matter! Please, each time I see a picture of the man I try very hard to imagine him closing a Dior show and... behold, I can't. Yes, he can make good clothes. Yes, he knows lines. Yes, his pieces resemble grandma's curtains quite often. Yes, he is usually dressed like... oh my! No, he doesn't tell stories. No, he doesn't add drama. No, it's not Dior and I wouldn't wear it. Let the man be where he feels fine and bring back the devil.
Because I was very suspicious from the beginning of all this Galliano fiasco, I'm happy to read things like this: http://www.vogue.co.uk/news/2011/06/22/john-galliano-trial-witness-on-court . And I'm truly sad to read this: http://www.vogue.co.uk/news/2011/06/20/john-galliano-arrested-in-paris-for-assault . Not because I'm a huge Galliano-the-person fan (I don't know him after all) but because to me the whole story is so stinky. I have criticized Galliano a number of times for his show off nature and his role playing going too far but I've never believed this pathetic racist story. And I'm sad for all these genial men working in this industry who are barely living. McQueen anyone? Galliano has made it till now but how much longer? The pressure is such that living an even relatively normal life is impossible. The goose must lay golden eggs at hourly rate. These for Dior, these for Galliano (which is almost entirely owned by Dior too), these for private clients, these for... On, and on, and on... I was struck by that line about his friend sleeping at the end of his bed when he was so alone... It's like a nightmare sometimes, sounds like a psycho thriller, this is not a job, this is a man slaughter. And I do love this man's creations, I'm so eager to wear them, so obsessed with the incredible beauty of his mind, with the stories he's telling me, and I can't believe he can be so lost... Like always, beauty never makes anyone happy, very well experienced and learned.
That's how I started with choosing a New Year's dress and ended mourning for John Galliano... Wishing Dior get him back before they turn into a mass production. And wishing him a less dramatic life while even more drama and beauty in his work. And truly hoping he can make it through. May the mighty Dragon give him strength and faith. It's all about magic this year. I don't like his appearance but no living creature deserves to be treated like an ATM.
P.S. Totally agree with the comments regarding Natalie Portman. This woman, together with Scarlett Johansson, is at my top list of celebrities who must be made to keep quiet. It's vital.
P.P.S. If the two mentioned above are allowed freedom of speech (and their speech is often offensive to my natural intelligence), why isn't John Galliano allowed to do so? What if i say I can't stand Scarlett Johansson who is an endless source of such "brilliance" that I sometimes wonder is she is really conscious or just missed the last twelve years of school if ever went to one? Will I have to go to jail? Amazing how far we have gone. And very dangerous, I think. I, for one, insist on having my opinion and expressing it. Oh, and having lived in France, it's really pathetic the French court just realized what happens in French bars. What a surprise! Interesting, how happen that Jacques and Bernard are never sentenced for shouting many many things at many many tourists and customers in bars, um? I can even cite what I was called on a Provencal beach last year. But no, I didn't think of documenting it and running to the judge. How stupid of me, no?
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