The Collection
The show started with the brooding mood of a Russian winter. The music was dark. The models a tad morbid. If you like black this collection is for you, it's classic compared to the Duckie Brown military look. The audience gave the collection mixed reviews yet responds with joy to the flowing fabrics. There was even a leather gown … dress? It looked good, but? All in all a good show from another young designer.
Unfortunately nothing tied the work together, giving it recognition and a stronger resonance. I think there’s a record number of new designers showing this year. Must check on that. This was my only show today. I'm suffering from fashion burn out. Looking forward to Betsy Johnson and Blond Legends tomorrow.
The Party
Update: The afterparty gave me a horrid hangover and I’m trying to catch up with cleaning up posts and news - all that stuff, it was the predictable fashion crowd of posing and strutting models, I was surprised to find an old acquaintance working for the designers staff, the stunning Anton Antipov. He served me my first cocktail at The Ritz, he’s been on the cover of a few mags, hopefully he’ll let me snap his pic for my upcoming photo instillation. Alison Levy was there, I gushed and said thank you, because she's helped me discover a whole new world of material for my writerly fodder.
The room looked beautiful with crimson roses everywhere, but the caviar was lackluster and the nibbles being passed around were not consistently good. Shrug, at this point, I’ve survived Fashion Week on cheap open bar booze, chicken salad sandwiches from Wichcraft and pizza, as well as passed canapés; Elie Tahari wins on the goodies, with delicately crafted Filet Mignon skewers and nicely done Smoked Salmon layers, Mini-Cheeseburgers all cooked perfectly to medium temp.
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