A Mexican theme ran through every vein of this collection. Sombreros? Check. Cigars? Check. Mariachi band? Check. All that was missing was tequila with a worm in it (nastiness!). As much as I want to love the collection because I really love Gaultier’s vision, I can’t. The collection wasn’t elegant enough to be passed off as a couture collection. However, there were maybe three looks towards the end that were really fantastic — one of which was a white corseted, over-the hips jacket with a hoop skirt covered lightly with brown and yellow brown feathers and a white feather crown to match (third photo). I still believe in Gaultier, though. Maybe he should lay off the margaritas for now. There is always next season.
PS- Here is Gaultier’s take on cats in corsets… I know, so RANDOM!