Pre Fall Penetration

Fashion is a vicious cycle that stops for no one. No one, I tell ya, null. Amid the heart of New York's winter, it's an out of body experience to find yourself looking forward to the next series of what seem like perpetual cold fronts. I'm being dramatic: it's not even that cold. Today, in fact, I wore a bikini. In any case, this has been a stupid method of madness to tell you that Pre Fall 2012 is evidently the shit that dreams are made of. Or, as a twitter pal so eloquently put it last night: tangible slices of heaven. Starting with Prabal Gurung, I give you:

Not just sunglasses that look like goggles that look like sunglasses that are in fact, an FDA approved method of birth control a la Linda Farrow, but divine varsity jackets to take the afore-appreciated trend further and plays on kaleidoscopic prints, complimented perfectly by some o'that good old thick satin and alas, another salute to tweed this time infused but some metallica in the fashion sense of that word. I humbly predict Prabal Gurung will one day soon be the absolute most relevant designer in fashion.

Rochas produces a really well hued green anorak alongside a cape coat whose silhouette is the perfect combination of sack and box, box and sack, to overall prove for but one more season that Clueless and Cher Horowitz are still muy importante. Cue the shin high socks. It's also just fun to get into character and say things like "Dee, I'm buggin."

Nina Ricci, oh Nina. I know what you're thinking: so feminine--so true but think of this mathematically: Nina equals ruffles, ruffles equal vaginas, vaginas equal couture, couture equals man repelling. And so by the transitive property of fashematics: Nina equals man repelling. Note the details: goat-hair rimmed cape alongside printed pants, bow adorned shoes, flimsy fabrics that still render rich and a chunky turtleneck that will put this old post to shame.

Givenchy, venchy, venchy. You done me good. Aside from the boots that perfectly rid the prospect of sexy ankle and instead turn the leg into one unit of log, what a magical play on prints and fabrics and trends and animals. Leather on sweatshirt on silk on rottweiler versus feminine midi skirt on print on leather on...Jesus? Cheers.

And finally: Stella McCartney. In the look at left, I appreciate the combination of blazer, blouse and pant all collectively throwing up crests. It's like the primary school logo you wish never existed all the sudden back to fulfill dreams you didn't know you had. And at right, note the continuation of sweatpants as formal wear manifesting. Another look from this collection suggests that the onesie as formal wear will continue to manifest too.

All in all, repellers, looks like we have a season o'fun afront. It's probably not smart to end a post with a fake word so here's a real one.