Couture Fashion Week | Today, I wore black.

Couture Fashion Week came to an end yesterday and although I’m not a big fan of Haute Couture, Maria Grazia Chiuri and Pierpaolo Piccioli, with their Valentino show, managed to change my mind.

Haute Couture, on paper, has all the markings of something that I would love: it is constructed by hand from start to finish, made from the highest quality most expensive fabric and sewn with an extreme attention to detail. And then, it is finished by the most experienced, most capable sewers in the industry. Still, I don’t care much for it. Quite frankly, usually, I don’t get half of what I’m looking at: I feel like everything too intricate and those high-quality, really expensive fabrics are often so unusual that make for very eccentric and somewhat bizarre outfits. I know that Haute Couture is fashion at his purest and that it’s an experience. But I have no use for it in my life: can you image me wearing one of those gowns at my students’ graduation ceremony? Or at your wedding? Talk about upstaging the bride.

And then I saw pictures of the Valentino show, titled Mirabilia Romae – The Marvels of Rome. Simple, ethereal, the epitome of luxury.