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It was warm inside of Rosie Assoulin’s FW16 collection presentation. It wasn’t hot; nothing could have hurt you save for the multicolored candles sending flames up from their wax turtlenecks, and even those looked too happy to actually burn anything. Warm.
Warmth radiated from the clothes — each dress, pair of pants and top gave off its own glow that guests absorbed as though deficient in Vitamin C. Observers drank up the world of Rosie through a fat striped straw, the goodness pouring in thick like a milkshake. Meanwhile, glitter under and on top of the models’ eyes twinkled. I think it felt honored to be part of the whole thing.
To be in any room with Rosie Assoulin, the person, is to experience the feeling of climbing out of the ocean and into the arms of a beach-baked blanket. But to also be surrounded by her clothes — that’s a cookies-fresh-out-of-the-oven (burnt a bit on the edges, still dough-y in the middle) kind of joy that one can attribute to a number of things beyond her personality. Things like the absolute knowledge that what you’re seeing is exciting for fashion; that what you’re standing in is the light of a young designer’s vision come to life; that this what they mean when they say the word “special.”
Because she is. The collection is.
All anyone needed after leaving the presentation was an exclamation point to say this properly: after 4 days of Fall/Winter 2016 amid a frosty (and sometimes cranky) tundra, what a bright spot!
Photography by Krista Anna Lewis