First things first: the sweeping Friday deduction is simply that color is a movement of the past. For now, it’s black, it’s white, sometimes it’s camel and if you’re feeling real frisky a splash of rather dynamic red but when push comes to shove, we’re re-entering the age of Felini and you know what? I don’t hate it.
Photographed in slideshow formation above, find close details and a couple looks from the Jason Wu runway show. Set at 583 Park, a luxuriously large venue off the corner of 63rd street in the upper echelons of Manhattan, an enormous floor to ceiling chandelier infiltrated the epicenter of the makeshift runway. I for one hoped at least one model would make the executive decision to bull charge right into it but in true First Lady spirit (isn’t that was Wu does? Make us want to nudge our counterparts and have them run for office?), they were all far too elegant for that.
It’s a rather special experience to see Wu in real time, the man designs something for everyone–including, in fact, blouses with floor length tails for those of us disinterested in gown galloping. Key note: that leather sleeveless turtleneck dress. Yes, the one that expounds into the most regal bird in all of the sky. (Watch the 6 second clip of show here)
At Pier 57, Sally LaPointe taught a lesson in layering. Not necessarily pertaining to the traditional tactics, this was more about what manifests below thigh length. Have you ever seen thigh high leggings? I hadn’t either. What originally seemed like another nod to the overwhelming salute to over-the-knee boots this season actually revealed itself as a rather strategic glorified leg warmer grazing the heel of a chunky boot and offering an interior zipper for dimension’s purpose. Once again, it was black, it was white, sometimes it was red. (Watch the 6 second clip here.)
By the time the snow began sticking and feeling in my toes had been irreparably lost, Yigal Azrouel demanded the sort of attention to detail that his new collection deserves. With an array of lush outerwear and one particular burgundy ankle length cape that subscribes to nothing short of the Man Repeller ethos (and, you know, Monk-manship), the athletic nunwear of last season was effectively put to shame. Zipper detailing, messy hair, a wool jumpsuit…are you there, Paris? It’s me, in Yigal. (Watch the 6 second clip here)
Meanwhile, at Rebecca Minkoff, awesome outerwear continued to trend. A striped suit and graphic tee, digital camo-prints and one rather special nod to hounds-tooth cum plaid made it considerably delightful to watch the continuing metamorphose of her collections in a way that now reflects the true indie spirit of Minkoff’s personal style, which, needless to say (but I will anyway), is killer.
And finally, at Rag & Bone. Mulled wine, beer and hot pretzels were being passed around just before the show which almost immediately made it the day’s highlight (it came in close considering the live band at Minkoff’s show) but it was only during look #7 (the dead seafoam leather skirt suit as I like to call it,) that I realized this show would be a highlight for a multitude of other reasons that would include the aforementioned, a generous plethora of thick satin mini dresses and blazers, Annie Hall-centric hounds-tooth suits and the Plymouth Rock realness incited by a certain new shoe shape for Rag & Bone brought to you in mustard-yellow and made to galvanize your skinny ankles.
Aren’t they lovely? I should not forget one more tip off to an emerging era of thigh highs. And now in true lemonade (not to be confused with lemons) spirit, it’s time I spray paint my sled.