An eerie, mysterious atmosphere of secret and intrigue embraces the floor of identically lined, numbered doors. Clandestine histories roam free in the dimly lighted hallway, as mumbled voices are blocked by the wooden doors along the sides. There are no people gliding across the dark, midnight carpets. There are no hands glazing the ornately papered walls. Nothing seems to change. One is left with this haunting pleasure, this terrorizing beauty of the unknown. One is left with the question of what goes on behind closed doors. And then suddenly, a door finally opens. A single woman in a v-neck, rusty pink sweater and embellished pencil skirt exits her room and enters the hallway, the open door giving one the opportunity to take a glance at her bedroom, her world. A voyeuristic desire consumes the mind, as one is left helplessly peering inside. She walks the round halls with a face of seriousness and concentration, of an unmistakable pensive quality, until she finds her room once again. The door then shuts. The packed trunks in her room, the trunks of her life, emotion, and personal choice are left behind. No one can be sure as to who she really is, what she really wants, and why she is staying at this charming, circular hotel…
At the Hotel Louis Vuitton.
The setting for the Fall 2013 collection of Louis Vuitton only heightens the emotional awakenings felt by the fashions being displayed. The designs are truly magical, encompassing the beauties of the past, of the ’20s, ’30s, and ’40s. The designs are stunning in their ability to capture rugged realness and tantalizing glamour, revealing boudoir dressings of individuality and alluring grace, giving glimpses into the realities of different lives. The designs are felt in their entirety, beyond the fabrics and encrustations. Viewers are able to take a look back at memories full of both happiness and despair, the wonders of both secrecy and emotion, the universal longings of everyday life.
The women who stayed at the Hotel Louis Vuitton always exited their personal lives for a short-time, leaving their rooms to walk the long circular halls with a sumptuous bag in hand. They wore fashions of distinction and adventure, fashions of their continuing, emotionally filled memoirs. They wore fashions of authenticity, of undeniable, beautifully unkempt qualities. They wore fashions of intimate decision, of choices that were made entirely on their own.
Whether it be wearing delicate lingerie slips or sensuous, fur-lined robes; whether it be wearing lush velvet gowns of flowered, lace accents or structured, menswear-inspired tailored coats of solid and plaid; whether it be wearing silk pajama sets or deeply cut tops of feathers and sparkles…Marc Jacobs created a collection that speaks directly to the viewer, creating mesmerizing connections.
In the end, these women of the Hotel Louis Vuitton always returned to their personal lives, opening those same wooden doors. For a short while, the mysteries and secrecies were out for all to see, radiating out of the many openings of the hall; but then the doors closed, the memories, wonders, and longings of those women kept inside.
However, the fashions that they wore, the feelings that these exquisite pieces evoked in the viewer… they will forever be remembered. They will always be cherished.
Photo Credits: Vogue, The Sartorialist