I can almost hear Karl Lagerfeld cackling haughtily, tapping his slender, glove-donned fingers together as he directs this series of vague vignettes that plays out a lifestyle you and I will never comprehend. To a orchestral-string arrangement befitting of high tea at the Ritz, a perfectly coiffured young gentleman throws a dashing stare at two darkly lidded fashion nymphs, a pouting, tousle-haired blond points accusingly in a way reminiscent of a certain former German Dictator, the two nymphs cattily flail about in a hotel room full of Chanel shopping bags… pose/pout/stare, repeat etc etc. That’s about the long and the short of it for Chanel’s Fall-Winter 10/11 ready to wear pre-collection, and basically, despite all the upper-class faff, I still want it. All. (Bad consumer… bad bad consumer.)
