The pace picked up seriously quickly in NYC and after over of ten hours of shows on day 2 my head was spinning and my feet aching. Somehow I managed to rustle up the energy to attend the Jason Wu after show party at the insanely glamorous top floor bar of the standard hotel which, as you can imagine, was pure fashion fabulousness. There was champagne (and basically every other drink known to man) on tap and the likes of Karlie Kloss on the dance floor. The next morning I did feel a little, ahem, ‘fatigued’ but lying in a darkened room watching Gossip Girl reruns certainly wasn’t an option.
Shorts & Blouse: Hoss Intropia
Bag: Jaeger London
Shoes: Kurt Geiger (yes, again)
Image by Sophia Tragash
First on the agenda was Lacoste uptown at Lincoln Centre. Given my penchant for all things preppy, I’ve always been a fan of Lacoste. In fact, it was here in this very city that I bought my first crocodile logo polo, aged fourteen. Under the expert direction of Felipe Oliviera Baptise the legendary sportswear brand has left the country club and entered the fashion fore, as proved by their latest show.
Clean lines, crisp cottons and gave things a modern, city ready spin while alligator embossed leather had a subtly sexy edge. The classic polo had been re-imagined in technical fabrics and transformed into sleek, patterned dresses and playful, tennis inspired prints delivered a sure fire sartorial ace (pun definitely intented).
With a couple of hours to go until the Edun show I decided to walk to the venue as less taxi fares means more shopping money later. This was a big mistake. Much as I adore New York it is absolutely, bloody boiling and by the time I arrived at the impressive but non air conditioned Skylight at Monyihan Station I was positively dripping, not attractive. My sweaty-mess related stress evaporated once I got to my second row seat in between über blogger Susie Lau, a fact I’m ashamed to admit I was thrilled by. With big hitters including Taylor Tomasi Hill, Giovannia Battaglia and Anna Dello Russo on the FROW I suspected the show was going to be a good one and unsurprisingly, Edun delivered. According to the show notes the collection was about “contrasting the worlds of the EDUN girl – intimate and extroverted, utilitarian and other worldly”. To be honest, I can’t think of another way to describe it better. Think safari goes glam in earth tones and burnt oranges which flowed into soft blush hues, powder blues and an oil slick black finale. Tribal prints and flowing chiffon numbers were given an guerilla edge with buckle strapped bra tops, camo print and rough-and-ready khaki jackets while cargo pants were re-imagined by way of sheer fabrics and sequin detailing.
Next up was Rebecca Taylor who, you may remember, I interviewed a couple of months back. Rebecca is one of those New York designers who makes clothes you could really see yourself wearing and her latest offerings were certainly no different. Playing with the contrast between hard and soft seems to be on everybodies’ minds this season and this show delivered it in stylish spades. The colour palette was delectable summer perfect medley of pastels, ice cream shades and coral hues that ran through to bewitching navy and sleek monochrome. Flared hems, floaty chiffon numbers and gem encrusted collars appealed to my not-so-inner girly girl while bleached denim, mussed hair and (more) utility touches stopped things getting too saccharine. All in all a fresh, feminine and deeply covetable collection with a healthy dose of sparkle and a fair few shrunken pastel leather biker jackets that were simply divine.
Every time I think I might be growing accostomed to the sheer awesomeness of fashion week something, or in this case a series of ‘somethings’ goes and blows me away. Case in point: Saturday afternoon. After Rebecca’s show I trotted down 14th street to The Standard Hotel where cooler-than-cool sunglass and swimwear brand, PRISM were holding their SS13 presentation on the roof. Well, when I say ‘presentation’ I use the term pretty loosely as cocktail party or fash-pack-extravaganza would probably provide a more accurate description of the stylish high jinks going on. A bevvy of beauties lounged on sunbeds and bean bags, sporting retro swimwear and designer Anna Laub’s latest shades. On top of that there was a pop-up creperie, old school ice cream truck and watermelon martinis on tap providing us weary fashion folk with the perfect refuge for a spot of between-show relaxation.
In the immortal words of Style.com, Alexander Wang is “is about at It as you can get in New York Fashion at the moment”. This is an opinion shared by fashion folk the world over so you imagine quite how ridiculously over excited I was to have been invited to the show! Of course, it was every bit the fashion week fantasy you’d expect a Wang show to be… And then some. First off, the location: Pier 94, vast, maginificent and achingly cool. And as for the attendees, think Anna Dello Russo, Karen Elsen, Carine Roitfeld, Joe Zee, NBA star Tyson Chandler and future-Mr-Jennifer-Aniston, Justin Theroux. After a whole lotta people watching the lights went up and finally, it was time for the show. I’ve said it before and I’m sure I’ll say it again, I’m probably never going to cool enough to really be a “Wang girl”. But that sure as hell doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate the sheer sartorial genious of his work. Modern, directional and sculptural were the first three (fairly unoriginal) words that leapt to my mind after seeing the first few looks and that starkly, chic aesthetic pervaded the entire show. Cotton shirting and collarless coats came cocoon shaped and embellishment free, paired with knee length, tailored shorts, slicked back hair and spiked heels. A strict monochrome palette with dashes of silver added to the quasi futuristic feel of the collection but it was Wang’s unique brand of deconstruction that well and took everyone’s breath away. Ultra precise, sheer panelling was applied to every concievable garment from minimalist shirtdresses to baseball jersey inspired leather jackets and finally, an array of sleekly seductive cut-away gowns. Just when we thought it was all over, Wang delivered the kind of finale that will keep the twittersphere buzzing for weeks. Namely, a troop of white-clad models who trooped out and arranged themselves in a diamond formation before the someone hit the lights, revealing only their glow-in-the-dark clothes.
I left Pier 94 exhilerated and inspired by the incredible feat of design innovation displayed by New York Fashion Week’s golden boy. But of course there was no time to rest as I had barely half an hour to make it across town for my last show of the day. Regardless of my blistered toes and achey limbs there was absolutely no way on earth I’d miss this one as Tibi is hands down, one of my personal favourite brands. Having posted an extremely intriguing interview with the lovely Amy Smilovic just last week in which she gave me a couple of hints about her SS13 inspirations, I was beyond excited to see the show. Tibi is a major favourite among style icons and taste makers and the FROW was packed with fashion editors and famous faces including Solange Knowles and Olivia Palermo. A downtown Chelsea space set the scene beautifully for a collection that, dare I say it, may have been the brand’s best yet. Striking the perfect balance between the youthful femininity of Tibi’s early collections and the more androgynous aesthetic we’ve seen in recent seasons, Amy delivered effortless, modern elegance like only she does. From my second row seat (smug face) I got an amazing view every pitch perfect look and marvelled at the clean lines, low key luxe fabrics and sheer immaculateness of every single embellishment free look. A delicate palette of neutrals and soft summer shades was given just the right amount of pop with hits of neon with sparingly applied graphic patterns reminding us of Amy’s knack for print. The collection exuded sophistication with a fresh, youthful edge further enhanced by contrasting fabric combinations such as starched cotton and high shine PVC with butter soft leather and pleated chiffon. Polished, simple but extremely effective, Tibi’s latest sartorial gems prove that sometimes, less really is more.
Love Ella. X