spring/summer 2010: balmain's christophe deacarin has shown us what a star designer and a pervious flailing french label can become in the matter of a few seasons.
the components? get yourself a chic new designer, enlist all of your a-list friends, charge 2k for jeans and 8k for a jacket, create an untouchable public persona and voila..... "balmain is the shit." so said a little celeb in the front row.
this season didn't disappoint; its chic... its a little vietcong meets madmax, but damn is it sexy... glitter, shine, sequins do it for us. oh the memo is out, the shoulder is still back.