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Jun Takahashi just fired off every fashion reference in the book for his excellent A/W show. To a knowing Nouvelle Vague soundtrack of cover versions, the inspired Japanese designer referenced everyone from YSL (past and present), Chanel, Lanvin, Madame Gres, Margiela and doubtless others. Only for a designer as dark and maverick as Takahashi could this chic, sexy, polished and Bourgeois collection constitute a sincere and subversive statement.


(nytimes)
Paris Isn’t New York or Milan: Vive la Différence
By CATHY HORYN
Published: October 3, 2006
PARIS, Oct. 2 — Since the spring collections began, nearly a month ago, designers have been making reference to the clothes that Olivier Theyskens did for Rochas — the couture sacks, flounced jackets and other Parisian gestures. Some of these references feel halfhearted, a case of playing catch-up now that Mr. Theyskens has moved to another old house, Nina Ricci. But feeble or not, they represent an uncritical acceptance of his methods.
On Monday, though, at the start of the French collections, someone finally called the fashion world’s bluff. Jun Takahashi, the nimble mind behind the Japanese label Undercover, sent out a spoof of the practice of reviving old couture looks, as well as old houses. And Rochas wasn’t the only refurbished brand in Mr. Takahashi’s sights. There were also Lanvin, Chanel and Yves Saint Laurent.
The clothes were so beautifully done that it took a moment to grasp that Mr. Takahashi was commenting on the ability of editors to look at nonsensical shapes and fall in a faint over them. Perhaps it was a sheer black dress with a hem swinging like your grandmother’s lampshade that set off the grins. But from then on you couldn’t look at a flounced jacket or a dress hem strung with gold chains (a nod to Chanel’s chain-weighted jackets) without feeling slightly ashamed that you had participated in this folly of reviving old bones.
Mr. Takahashi displayed magisterial wit as the models stepped onto pedestals and paused. There were sheer silk tunics with matching underpants and black over-the-knee stockings, and loose smock dresses with ruffles and pearls (shades of Lanvin). Nearly all the clothes were sophisticated and wearable, which saved the collection from being a rant.
But the finale was a definite touché: dresses and jackets made from fluttery cutouts of bones, and a purple satin cape made from a virtual boneyard of tiny three-dimensional skulls with evil rhinestone eyes.

