There really is something truly magical about Fashion Week, aside from the unveiling of the newest trends and celebrities everywhere. Before each show there’s a palpable excitement that lingers in the air, ready to just catch fire and explode as soon as the production hands pull the plastic off the runway and the music kicks in. It’s anticipation culminating in months of hard work and hair spray. The collection that truly wow’d me the most was Ruffian, with it’s bowery-meets-sherlock vibe (the collection was called Reverie). It was a truly unique twist on a look we’re all familiar with, but don’t necessarily channel anymore. Plus their new partnership with Frye Boots pretty much makes them my FAVORITE BRAND/COLLABORATION EVER. I want it all.
Each show had their moments, their wow factors and their familiar faces in the front row, but it was Lacoste that overwhelmed on sheer production value and star power. Lights. Cameras. A$AP Rocky. You name it, everyone was there. And the cube that glowed with that familiar crocodile logo morphed and transformed into a centerpiece for a stand out collection of primary colors and clean lines.
Jill Stuart, of course, didn’t disappoint with spectacular sitings of Zoe Kravitz (who is SO TINY in person), Nigel Barker (aka the photographer from ANTM aka the hottest man alive ever. Seriously. That skin is like butter.), Cory Kennedy (she’s still around??????) and pretty dresses that are surely going to be all over every starlet on ever red carpet ever. Everything and everyone was flirty and friendly, which perfectly synced up with the collection on display.
I was able to stumble myself into the Hernan Lander presentation too. While the celebrity sitings were rare, presentations are my preferred way to see a collection. Everything is on display all at once, with music blaring in a black box of a space… and you can get up close and personal with both the models and the clothes, making all the more exciting. Like touching a toy your Mother told you you couldn’t play with because it would be “valuable” some day.
And let’s not forget… MORE PARTIES. Cat Power? DJing? At the Glamour Mag soiree? Yes please. She played a killer mix of old and new, The Kinks and Rihanna. I would have never guessed she’d be such a good DJ, but hey. And then, the This Is New York (Volume 2) party at the Tribeca Grand brought out all the freaks and geeks in their fashion best.
All in all this #NYFW was a total amazement. How I survived? I’ll never know. (Ps. Thanks to Ryma, our former style editor, for sneaking me into EVERYTHING).
GLAMOUR MAG/CAT POWER & THIS IS NEW YORK VOL. 2 PARTYYYYYYYYYYYY