JP got his drag on!Style.com was there:
"...the show became embedded in Gaultier's gender games. Usually, these are efficiently dispatched by a model casting that includes women as well as men, but perhaps it was budget (or maybe just plain old perversity) that this time around dictated a denim bustier on a male model. (And as is always the case with Gaultier, he was but one in a cavalcade of the studliest mannequins in Paris.) I'd call the thing a "chestier," except that the broad-shouldered jacket it was paired with evoked Dietrich. And then there was a jacket whose shoulders were sheer Joan Crawford. That one was worn with a man bra. The striped cloche hat and sun-ray pleated skirt also felt defiantly feminine—and quite retro. Despite what Gaultier may be thinking, these clothes—sequined or not—were scarcely a Trojan horse for societal change."
We proudly stand in front of our rainbow flag and declare our queenhood every chance we get, but we draw the line at bandeau and halter tops. We get it, though. That kind of genderfucking is what Gaultier does. We're all for it; just don't ask us to wear it. Those jackets and coats, on the other hand, sign us up.
[Photos: Catwalking.com]
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