Today's topic: minor cognition on what makes the season's apropos, and perhaps a side note on the political correctness of trans-seasonal trends.

Now that Fashion Week has ended its month-long stint in the clichéd fashion capitals of the world, life on social media will finally resume. Alas, let your defenseless Feeds be purged of envy-inducing snaps of Dior's blooming flower dome comprised of 300 man hours' worth of delphinium blossoms planted in the courtyard of the Louvre, and Balmain's customary lavishness enrobing the modelling aristocracy in the form of beaded, ruffled and lattice-rendered masterpieces. And we haven't even got to Rick Owens' human backpack antics yet. So much Fashion Week lust, so little time.

The tribe has spoken, and the runway reports have decreed the hallmark of Spring/Summer 2016 to be a complete backpedal of the understated, minimalist aesthetic that the designers have been trying to extol for a good part of the last couple of years. Maximalism, they call it. Now, what do we do with all the tailored monotoned separates and neutral-hued dresses that we've amassed because it was supposed to be di rigueur this season?

There is a convincing case to be made for maximalism. But first, an abridged recap of how the other M word--minimalism--came to be.

Remember when Phoebe Philo was first appointed to helm Céline, and her brand of slick, refined tailoring was so compelling that suddenly the world began writing eulogies to embellishments and garish prints? Being as it is, minimalism was an easy meal ticket for the high street because it was easy to reproduce. If there was something the likes of them could be grateful for, it was that some of the most revered designers had shaped the fashion industry milieu into something that didn't require much effort to rip off. And where the high street leads, the bourgeoisie follow, so for season after season after that, less is more was the way to go. We embraced austerity like an old friend, and everything else that wasn't of a neutral palette or clean lines was relegated to the under 12's and tapestry.

Of late though, changing tides have slowly been leading us in the opposite direction. Eye-catching fabrics and embellishments were abound in the recent SS'16 Fashion Weeks in New York and Paris and in between wiping threads of drool off your screens, it's hard not to marvel at the brilliance of the maximalist notes, in all its mesmerising, almost poetic glory. The designers present you so much to look at in every model they send out on the runway, and all you want to do is stare, consume and delight in it all.

It does make you wonder, though, how long this climate will last. The convenience of minimalism is in the longevity of its form. You know these pieces are so classic, they'll do a Taylor Swift and never go out of style. You can wear them back to front and in so many combinations and permutations that they'll always be a good investment to make. The inverse isn't necessarily true: wear a bold print or sequinned dress once and it'll stay in the mind of others long enough to deter you from breaking it out of your closet again.

I loved watching Fashion Week from behind my screen. I loved being enchanted and enthralled by the opulent and palatable maximalist flair that the fashion houses exhibited on the runway for Spring next year. For now though, I'm pretty happy to stick with my clean lines and simple cuts. Give me a white longline crepe vest and tailored crop pants so I stay far from an overdose of drapery and volume. I'll even dress it up with a structured bag and leopard print Superga shoes to conjure up that pop of color to catch the eye. But maximalism shall have to wait - best to approach that one with a little cautious cynicism.

Wearing Smooch The Label Vest // The Blonde Salad x Superga Sneakers // Givenchy Antigona Bag

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