Layered skirts! Slouchy metallic pants! Boxy coats! Tie waists! Woven fringe! Fuchsia!
But wait a tick, why has it taken an additional three months for the images from Isabel Marant’s resort collection to finally inundate our feeds? With ponchos? Maybe it’s more appropriate that we rescind that question and instead just say thanks. Can you think of a better way (other than the prospect of becoming a human charger or learning to ride a camel) to initiate yourself into the imminent “grind” than with a handful of brand new Marant looks?
That’s a rhetorical question. If I’m going to be really honest, I’m not particularly blown away. At all. In fact, I don’t, dare I say, like it. I also think that may be the point, though.
You see, the better acquainted I become with Isabel Marant’s clothing, the more obvious it seems that her clothes aren’t supposed to be the ones that make you yell OMG-I-NEED. They’re supposed to be the ones you vow to live in all season, nay, year, long. The ones you pull out of storage five years down the line and like even more than you did upon initial purchase.
As her runway seasons progress (with a most notable shift buffering last S/S from the forthcoming F/W), it becomes incredibly evident that what she’s creating is far less about the fashion merry-go-round and way, way more about the clothes, the lifestyle and the lifestyle in the clothes. But if her brand has risen to abundant popularity care of that urgency to buy, buy, have, buy, is that sentiment even valuable?
I may not be on board with the polyglot of fuschia (though it is probably the natural progression post the current season’s muted nod to pastel pink), that two tone poncho or the Navajo wide-sleeves but that might be a good thing. It occurred to me last February that to find myself enthralled with the clothing on a runway – while it’s on a runway and not a sales floor – may very well mean it’s just not…forward thinking enough. Who cares if I want it now? The real question is, will I want it a year from now?
In the over digitized world of, I-have-a-keyboard-and-therefore-an-opinion, we often forget that even just a mere five years ago, early access looks to approaching seasons were still completely in the control of the editors who monopolized the magazines that we would buy to see what was happening in the illusive world to which we were almost all outsiders.
But now that we’ve been afforded these early looks on a fairly global scale, we feel a sense of necessity to do something with them. We need to offer an opinion or share our fondness and discuss why we’re so smitten. But I think in doing that, we’re misrepresenting our feelings with an unreliable megaphone. We’re not supposed to feel that intense sense of exigency for clothes we can’t have for at least six more months.
Don’t get me wrong, though. We are absolutely supposed to “get it” and to be intrigued – whether pleasantly or otherwise – but we should need time to let the styles marinate, to make sense of them and to derive meaning and the referential nuances that tangle these clothes to seasons prior but offer a sense of enigmatic longing for what could unravel in the future.
So I guess I probably do look forward to emulating Kimmy Gibler. I’m just going to trust that it’ll happen when it’s appropriate.