I wore… Coat: Sandro, Hat: Maje, Jumper: Chinti and Parker, Shirt: Zara, Skirt: American Apparel, Bag: Mulberry, Boots: Massimo Dutti.
Yep, it’s that time of year again! I swear it seems like only yesterday I was running around NYC in unsuitable footwear revelling in every minute of the manic fashion activity and yet, here I am again, albeit wearing many more layers. Unlike last season I didn’t have the luxury of flying out with a spare day to spend “getting my bearings” (AKA visiting J.Crew and drinking Cosmopolitans) so my pre New York Fashion Week Manhattan appreciation session was restricted to a high speed (and high spend) trip to Dean and Deluca before heading home to blitz through the many emails I’d ignored during the day before getting a jet-lagged induced early night. In retrospect, I probably should have hit the cocktails as a 7.30pm bedtime resulted in my waking up at 4am which is never much fun. One hearty bowl of flaxseed and raisen porridge (essential fashion week fuel) and 3 outfit changes later I was ready to hit the subway and head up to Lincoln Centre for my show of the season, Nicholas K.
Nicholas K AW13
As you’re no doubt well aware by now, fashion shows never EVER start remotely on time but more often than not the wait is rather entertaining. This time I was treated to a fantastic conversation, straight out of Sh*t Fashion Girls Say, involving a heated debate over the virtues of iPhone’s versus androids. I don’t mean to be mean but you can only keep a straight face for so long while listening to someone explain why they just can’t “become one” with their “droid” (direct quote) but just as I was about to collapse into a giggling heap, the show began. Nicholas K is pretty much the last word in utility chic and their latest offerings built on last season’s urban nomad, upping the downtown anti with stark monochrome hues and a streetwear vibe. Low-fi staples like sweat pants, bomber jackets, hoodies and parkas were deconstructed, hung louchely via shoulder straps and paired with asymmetric hemmed, dip-died sheath dresses in gossamer fine chiffon. Aviator jackets and hats also paid homage to fashion classics but, like every re-appropriated classic in the collection, they were not as you’d ever seen them before. Styling the models with mussed mohawks, smudgy eye makeup, bone on leather necklaces and string tied aviator-cum-lab-goggles only added to the grunge-meets-safari aesthetic the brand is known for. While this kind of thing couldn’t be less my cup of tea if it tried, I can’t help but admire the sheer technical skill and imagination behind it. All manner of textures, cuts, and references were artfully thrown together in a blur of drapery and moody hues yet somehow pulled off with aplomb.
Much to my dismay, there was no time for a Starbucks stop before the BCBG Max Azria show. Given how incredibly crowded it had been last season I didn’t want to risk losing my seat, no matter how desperate my need for caffeine had become. BCBG is a label beloved by well-heeled party girls all over the world and despite the chill, many guests were dressed to impress and I spotted a fair few SS13 harness dresses around the venue. This was evidently the first show of the day to successfully coax the Editors out of their 5 star beds and I spotted Elle Magazine’s Robbie Myers and Joe Zee as well as the ever-fabulous Kyle Anderson rocking some very impressive early morning bling. Other FROW-ers included Brit songstress (and previous LPA interviewee!) Kate Nash, an assortment of pretty American celebs I couldn’t name for love nor money and uber blogger Natalie Suarez. After a very long delay (even by fashion week standards) the show began and I’m happy to say, it was worth the wait. According to the show notes, this season’s inspiration had been Istanbul’s historic architecture and the Gypsies of Southern Europe contrasted with the work of contemporary artist Phil Frost. Philistine that I am, I know very little (or rather, nothing) about Frost’s work but if BCBG’s interpretation is anything to go by, I’d like it a lot. The husband and wife design duo, Max and Luboz Azria translated eclectic Gypsy style to a city setting by way of skinny, zip detail leather trousers and slouchy woolen beanies paired with flowing, semi sheer tunics in a palette of rich burgundies and deepest blues. “Layering” is clearly going to be a buzzword for AW13 and it was demonstrated brilliantly at BCBG who’s latest offerings were, dare I say it, altogether cooler and more sophisticated than what we saw last season. Luxurious-yet-pratical (I think) parkas and multi-coloured furs were thrown over delicate print dresses with thigh high splits. The tough/soft juxtoposition was taken one step further with over-the-knee leather boots, minimalist leather envelope clutches and chunky knitwear adding a street-ready edge to all that dreamy chiffon. The phrase “modern boho” springs to mind when I think about this collection but trust me, it was world’s away from those hideous hippy skirts Sienna Miller once wore. For the finale, outerwear gave way to exquisitely embellished party numbers which brought a smile to my face – and an addition or two to my wish list – because it wouldn’t be a BCBG show without them.
BCBG Max Azria AW13
Then it was finally time for a triple shot latte which, bearing in mind I had been up since 4am, was sorely overdue. I planned to spend the next few hours answering emails and sorting out my schedule using Starbucks’ WiFi but, typically, my iPhone had other plans. Instead I found myself back out in the cold and headed back downtown where, once again, I fell foul of Dean and Deluca and ended up having a splurge… Their sushi is just too damn good!
After a not-so-brief hiatus at home during which I answered about a zillion emails, stuffed myself with sushi and caught up on Girls it was time to brave the cold once again. Back in September I managed to make a right tit of myself by voicing my foolish opinion that Manhattan was bigger than london. I was duly mocked for my extreme stupidity and having got lost in pretty much every inch of the city while wearing impossibly high heels since then, it’s clear how wrong I was. That said, attempting to walk from SoHo (where I’m staying on gorgeous Prince Street) to the meat packing district was ill advised on this occasion despite it’s close proximity. I was warned that New York would be bitterly cold and I didn’t listen. By the time I arrived at The Jane hotel I was a shivering shadow of my former self but of course, I soon perked up once I entered the DANNIJO presentation.
DANNIJO AW13 Presentation
The jewellery label founded by Florida born sisters Danielle and Jodie Snyder is a firm fash pack favourite and it’s certainly not hard to see why. Delivering statement bling without verging into tacky territory is no easy task but DANNIJO’s oversized gems are the epitome of youthful, modern glamour. How to present jewellery in the context of fashion week is another dilemma but they nailed that too by showcasing their new season fare on a bevy of beauties glammed up deco style in the old school cool surroundings of The Jane Hotel. The boutique space was packed fit to burst with the likes of Coco Rocha, Miroslava Duma, Chiara Ferragni, Leigh Leizark and Leandra Medine all in attendance. I rather wished I could just grab a pew at the hotel bar and call it a day but of course, that wasnt an option. So off I went, back out into the arctic cold and legged it to the nearest Starbucks.
DANNIJO AW13 Presentation
One venti, skinny, extra hot, triple shot latte (yes, I’m that girl) later I felt like a new person, which was just as well because my day was far from over. My next destination was back uptown for the EDUN presentation. In New York, you can’t move without seeing, hearing or almost colliding with a yellow taxi. Unfortunately they all have an uncanny knack of being taken or “out of service” (pah!) whenever you genuinely need to hail one. After attempting to walk the 20 odd blocks uptown I finally managed to pile myself into the back of a cab and arrived at the venue just in time to grab a much needed glass of bubbly before the presentation began.
Edun’s latest offerings are certainly a departure from last seasons Eco chic. Out came urban tweeds, rock n’ roll tailoring paired with sleeveless biker style leather gilets complete with chain detailing – a form of embellishment almost impossible to do in a non naff way but Sharon Wauchob managed it. It appears that SS13′s love affair with haute grunge will be sticking around for winter and Edun delivered a particularly slick take on it with re-imagined tartans and louche, low slung belting. Judging from day 1, next season is going to be all about layering, with chiffon over skintight leather being a particular fashion favourite. As the collection progressed the “glunge” aesthetic remained, with tartans and leather giving way to oil slick black and shimmering metallics, a futuristic take on drapery that oozed devil-may-care sex appeal. EDUN’s latest collection was, in a word, badass, the kind of pieces that could take you from FROW to downtown dive bar effortlessly.
After a couple more gulps of fortifying champagne I braced myself to make another largely unsuccessful attempt at hailing a cab. Evidently I haven’t yet got the hang of navigating New York traffic and by the time I finally found a free one my on-road incompetence had sent virtually every driver on 10th Avenue apoplectic with rage. To the time of a hundred angry horns blaring I clambered into the welcome warmth and headed back to the Meatpacking district for my final stop of the day. I’m not usually massively interested in lingerie but, like every would-be pampered princess, I absolutely adore La Perla. Add to that the fact they were hosting their presentation at the cooler-than-cool Dream Hotel and there was no way I was missing it! As expected, the collection hit the perfect note between seduction and sophistication, offering just the right combination of peek-a-boo boudouir ensembles and understated undergarments in sumptuous silk and lace.
La Perla AW13 Presentation
By this point I was well and truly in need of hot food and a glass of Pinot so after a quick solo dinner (you can totally do that in New York) I met my friend, Suitcase Magazine Editor, Serena at the Dream Hotel Bar before heading downtown to the V Magazine Party. For once in my life, I came over all sensible and left after twenty minutes to drag my jet-lagged self home to bed. After all it was only the first night of a long week and I had a lot more partying left to do!
Love Ella. X