Fashion Reviews

The shows ended with a clash of the centuries at Louis Vuitton, heroics at Alexander McQueen and — hot pants at Chanel?

With Yeezy Season 8, a choir of car horns, a special guest appearance by North and, oh yeah — clothes. Also Kanye-isms.

The apocalypse comes to Paris Fashion Week with floods at Balenciaga, a snowstorm at Thom Browne and darkness at Valentino. But you’ll look fine.

Who gets to be part of the gang? Who gets pushed out? Celine, Comme des Garçons and Balmain offer different answers.

Plus a special guest appearance by Joan of Arc at Paco Rabanne and the Hadid women at Off-White.

Dries Van Noten and Maison Margiela went on, wonderfully. So did Chloé. But this fashion week is getting weird.

And raises the question of what feminism means in a fashion context. (Marine Serre was just great.)

It’s been an unsettling end to the Italian season, but at Marni and Bottega Veneta, antidotes were in the offing.

And fringe! Forget the power shoulder. Welcome to the age of the power frill and even the power pannier. At Prada and Moschino, the clichés of femininity are being weaponized.

Moncler has orchestrated a happening at Milan Fashion Week. It’s quite a scene.

It’s a “ritual” said Alessandro Michele. And he’s not giving it up any time soon. Plus communion at Jil Sander and ’80s revivalism at Alberta Ferretti.

Or at least the end of the European experiment? At London Fashion Week, Burberry, JW Anderson and Simone Rocha offer some ideas.

Fashion week ended with a designer who thinks big. Finally.

It’s not just about the yarn. Ideas from Gabriela Hearst, Coach and Rodarte.

These days, down is up and left is right. Proenza Schouler gets it. Oscar de la Renta and Carolina Herrera not so much.

Rachel Comey and Vaquera get New York Fashion Week off to a buzzy start.

The designer’s show during New York Fashion Week took place in Los Angeles. Jennifer Lopez, Lil Nas X and Tracee Ellis Ross all made the velvet-banquette scene.

Diminished in scope but not ambition, the men’s shows prove that even the malling of Manhattan can’t dampen designers’ spirit.

At the Super Bowl, she proved “dress your age” has no meaning any more.

At Valentino, Pierpaolo Piccioli plays with expectations.