Since Marc Jacobs’ prime (approx. ten or twelve years back), there’s been a dwindling sense of excitement and intrigue at New York’s portion of fashion month. I’m happy to say that for the first time in a decade or so (even with a confused state of mourning McQueen), the excitement is back with new designers’ spirit to breathe fresh life into an otherwise creatively-lagging commercial-centric market. (Anna spotted at a newcomer’s show? Pretty much unheard of… until now.) It may feel this way because it’s the first fashion week I’ve been officially invited to cover – but, hell, it’s not as though I hadn’t spent the last ten years of my existence anticipating 12:01 am when style.com posts the day before’s collections. It was truly remarkable to see the actual fashions on living-breathing (barely) models instead of 2D jpegs for the first time. What a camera lens and a few flash bulbs can do to manipulate the appearance of a piece is rather astounding. Since Thursday, I’ve been lucky enough to attend and support a roster of young New York talents worthy of turning the stigma toward the American scene on its head… to view the collections I hit up and their subsequent reviews click on their titles below. Njoi.
photo courtesy of stylelikeu
Wardrobe: Zara velvet power shoulder blazer, Helmut Lang leather leggings, Rick Owens tee, Alexander McQueen skull print scarf, Estate rings (miscellaneous), Jackson spring ring, Ann Klein vintage lion necklace, Jackson goat hair and leather clutch
With designers, Harold and Stacey, at their Odilon presentation.
Acne leg bangles!
My girl Whoopi front row at Calvin Klein.