Chanel remains a constant in fashion's ever-changing game of musical chairs. One can always count on Karl for agreeable, distinctively "Chanel" clothes; the suits, the tweed, and the little Lagerfeld embellishments that allow the clothes to be something of fantasy, just as if his drawings simply lept into life, while other major fashion houses seem to be going through a constant state of disarray. At first glance, Chanel seems completely ridiculous and taken too seriously, but this couture collection made me realize that Karl's material creations are just realized drawings and dreams. Everything from the gaudy patterns to the bulky cut and overdone hair and makeup support Karl's dream of fashion and, in a larger sense, his outlook on the world. After all, no one can have such a long and successful career as Karl Lagerfeld has by taking fashion too seriously. This collection combined genius fantasy with the indulgent decadence of couture, and the result was, if not only beautiful, a reassuring moment in fashion's current confusion.