New York Fashion Week ended on Thursday leaving me, once again, disappointed. I wanted my heart to pound and burst from joy, instead it left me empty and in need of a valve replacement. More so, the first half of NYFW needed to be replaced with a new vascular system and left to rehabilitate and reinvent until next year.
Respected veteran fashion critic Cathy Horyn concurred when she had this to say about the excess of fluff floating in a caldron of spectacle soup:
For several days now, New York Fashion Week has been getting serious again, back to bread-and-butter business. Good-bye, Yeezy and all that. It sometimes seems, in fact, that the industry has splintered into three completely separate businesses — the celebrity lines, the trendy-casual stuff that consumes most of the space (and slowly kills you with its banality), and the elite brands like Oscar de la Renta. There’s no real leader, though, in American fashion. We have stars, bona fide talent (Narciso Rodriguez) and conceptual playmakers (thank you, Marc Jacobs), but what we desperately need is someone who can challenge and ignite the whole industry. Raise the bar, because it’s pretty low right now.
To my point, let’s start off with the mess that is Kanye West’s YEEZY collection, and sadly in its junior year.
The only way to safely contain prophet Kanye’s overinflated ego before exploding, was to stage his runway spectacle inside Madison Square Garden – a first for a fashion designer. In the world of a incendiary hip-hop mogul, and marketing master, you can’t stage a runway show without shamelessly promoting your own music. He showcased his dead-on-arrival duds to songs from his brand new album, ‘The Life of Pablo,’ which releases this week.
The set was designed with strewn refugee tents, and models separated by gender standing forlornly, wearing either oversized gender neutral tops (roomy enough to conceal an AK-47) and a full body, geriatric compression stocking, body clinging fabrics in taupes and ochres. You know, the most euphoric of colors off the spectrum wheel.
Luckily, after delving further into all the shows, I was resuscitated when a few designers’ denim ensembles, proved retail-worthy.
By day four, I deduced the only avenue for fashion is textile technological advances. Everything on earth has been done. Every silhouette, embellishment, trim and trick has been done. So, what’s left? Artisanal techniques rendered with technical advances. But what’s the point? The average shopper will overlook such feats and not appreciate the nuances of these advances. Perhaps ensembles should come with manuals or voice activated tech gadgets attached to explain the technology that goes into every piece. That way, the consumer can truly appreciate and recognize the artistry in these magnificent garments.
I have saved the best for last. Marc Jacobs’s stand-out collection was my favorite. He referenced Beetlejuice, witches, goth and so much more. His heavily embellished garments were so breathtaking, you need to see them up close. Watch the eerie video , which was staged impeccably. The models walked across a white bare stage with huge, stretched, dark shadows cast along the stage to the sound of single chimed notes.
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