Firstly, she fed us (sandwiches). Secondly, this was the most remarkable and courageous show I’ve seen so far. No bells. No whistles. No bullshit. Just great, colorful clothes following the smart and streamlined design aesthetic Agnès b. has established and kept to since the 1970s.
The first thing to notice as the show started was the classical guitar: no whining tones to indicate the coming thumping house beat, just simple strings. Next came the hats. Agnès had her models dressed as bohemian soldier boys, wearing Tricorne hats,
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**All photos by Imaxtree.
And then it was time for cocktail hour: a brown, wool, double-breasted jacket with a Prince of Wales plaid,
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And as the dress got more serious, the vibe didn’t. The models played to the virtuosity of the clothing,
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I won’t mince words: I want almost everything in this collection, from the simple milano jersey pants to the black calfskin perfecto (I’d call it a bomber) to the black tweed one-button suit (fine, I don’t need the calfskin leggings, or leggings of any kind, though they seem unavoidable next year).
But Agnès didn’t get carried away with the past. The collection moved forward to chic downtown–a grey hoodie with a turquoise blue hood, swimming in tandem with light grey denim worn beneath. And then the black nylon down jacket, with an irresistable checked lining and more check,
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PARIS–Finally, some fun! God bless Agnès Troublé (Agnès b).