Fashion Week has wrapped. That’s four cities in four weeks with endless designers to watch. And just when you think you’ve caught up, you’re actually behind, so it’s understandable that amid the plethora of reviews from various outlets, the photos, the Instagrams, the tweets and the style, a few rather large elephants managed to slip between our tiny keyboard cracks.
But now that life has been restored to its natural order, these elephants refuse to remain unnoticed any longer. They demand to be seen, and so, without further ado, we present to you The Funnies (no, not Doug’s family) of New York, London, Milan and Paris Fashion Weeks.
…Because just like it says in our Twitter bio, fashion doesn’t have to be serious to be really, really good.
Charlie Brown and Big Bird made runway appearances.
Alexander Wang sent the inversion of Charlie Brown’s trademark bumble bee chevron knit down the runway, worn by a model with similarly sparse brows. Meanwhile, at Marques’ Almeida, Big Bird was hand carried — assumably because his feet were loaned for last season’s shoes at Rochas.
Anna Dello Russo drove a rickshaw around town.
The question’s not so much why as it is…where to?
Stan Smiths went more viral than a baby strapped to a cat.
One was fun, two was a date, three was a trend and by the thousandth human at fashion week to adorn their feet in the tennis whites, the whole thing became funny. Mostly because I just pictured some regular dude working behind the counter at Adidas, trying to figure out where the sudden surge of strangely-but-well-dressed women was coming from. Stan Smith is an unsung lady killer.
There was a sloth at Simone Rocha.
Initially I was more concerned with the swath of gold across the models’ foreheads, afraid that they’d walked face-first into some sort of metallic wall — totally by accident, like I always do with glass sliding doors! However, upon my second go at clicking through Rocha’s delightful show, I noticed that more importantly, a sloth had made it to London.
Shopping carts were everywhere, but Karl made them everything.
Though I will say that it was Leaf Greener who made the most of outfit/cart color-coordination.
Oblina was the must-have accessory.
No longer the Nickelodeon star that she once was, Oblina has rebranded herself as traveling scarf for the most fashionable of necks. She is also a life coach on weekends, or so I heard.
Nipples were out despite legitimate freezing temperatures.
It’s a wonder they didn’t fall right off so props are in order. Ladies, your threshold for the cold is admirable.
MBMJ = A$AP Rocky.
I KNOW. The braids. The neck. The pants. (The unseen shoes!) It’s perfect.
And finally, Dries Van Noten waves like a dad.
I picture him doing this wave as he boards some cruise ship to the Bahamas in his favorite Hawaiian shirt. “Adios kids,” he’ll say, “There’s a jacuzzi with my name on it, and I hear the top deck’s pool has a slide!” Whatever, Dries. You can do no wrong. It’s the perfect sendoff to conclude the end of one long but lovely Fashion Week.
— Charlotte Fassler on that Photoshop kickdrum, images via Vogue.com, The Cut, Style.com, Le 21ème & Fab Sugar.