One Night Only with Armani
Fret not though, the night magically lasts through the weekend
What is irrefutably my favorite part about fashion is that every so often, outside the confines of the “delegated weeks,” a seemingly quotidian Thursday night in New York City could find you traipsing through absolutely mind-blowing traffic in a purple satin peplum (or something like that) on your way to a Pier on the West Side Highway to celebrate just because — which brings me to last night, when I traipsed through egregious traffic on foot in, yes, a purple satin peplum blouse to celebrate just because.
Individual responsible for festivity? Giorgio Armani.
The enormous space, built out to boast three separate venues — one for a runway show (the first of its kind in New York), one for an exhibit (Eccentrico continues and if I may, I’d love to call it New York’s answer to Alaïa’s exhibit at the Galliera in Paris), and one for people to dance — was the setting for the ineffable designer’s One Night Only event.
Behind the black carpet and intensely lit facade, a throng of recognizable faces — Glenn Close, Renee Zellweger, Leonardo DiCaprio, Hilary Swank et al — infiltrated the space, walking back and forth between the exhibit which displayed a selection of Mr. Armani’s couture work (lime green feathers, “love” festooned minaudières) from as far back as 1985 to present, and the runway show venue, which had to have accommodated over 600 seats.
“When you come to New York, the one thing we’re not is a local city,” Oscar de la Renta told WWD while seated front row next to Anna Wintour. So maybe there was a cause for celebration — and it was Manhattan. After all, was it not our very own Mayor Bloomberg who officially designated yesterday Giorgio Armani Day in New York City? The latter has expressed devotion to this city — and country — calling it, “a very important market.”
While the rest of the night’s show-goers trickled into the runway venue to see what we believed would be an encore performance of Mr. Armani’s most recent couture collection titled Nude, the Privé show actually became a spectacle of 140 looks, broken up into ten separates series all meant to inflect a uniquely distinctive vibe.
The first dresses were black, and then they were white, then they became red and green and pink and printed until finally, they were nude. A large selection of the models seemed so tightly tethered to their ensembles, they couldn’t so much stride as they may have wanted to and instead slowly and softly tip-toed. As far as I’m concerned, this evinced the apex of the Armani ethos — that when you’re a woman in Privé, you’re never, ever rushing.
While the show imbued the spirit of the evening’s One Night Only sentiment, the engagement with an artist’s past lasts in the form of the Eccentrico exhibit all weekend long, and free at that. I’d highly recommend that all y’all get your behinds over there to see the magic that is Armani. OKAY?
Open to the public Oct 25-27