Balmain Spring 2017 Menswear Collection
As technology progresses in incrementally mind-bending bounds, old-fashioned ‘journalism’—or ‘content-creation’ as newfangleds foully term in—increasingly demands mastery (or at least competence) of more platforms than Elton John could ever imagine in his wildest dreams.
This week in Paris, for instance, Vogue Runway started experimenting with broadcasting live from shows on Facebook. This critic was the guinea pig with the microphone, and this evening Olivier Rousteing kindly agreed to get involved. So before I left the venue, I had not only gleaned much more information from Rousteing than a typical post-show chateroo, but had simulcast it to an audience that, according to the comments pinging and ponging across the screen, were powerfully interested in Kim and Kanye but less so in the novelly organic crochet work we saw later in the collection, plus a hitherto unsuspected Rousteing-ian yen for Versace-challenging power color.
Since then I’ve seen another show. Inhaled some supper. Had a coffee. Checked Instagram. Felt sadness about the news of Bill Cunningham’s passing. And now sit here in front the screen wondering, what can be delivered with words that is more affectingly visceral and insightful than images? I suppose the answer lies in reporting and hunch. Proximity and focused attention should deliver insight.