
I’ve been getting a lot of questions pertaining to what I am most looking forward to during fashion week. I never really go, save that for the team of Michelle, Ali and Mike who are going in my stead. My fashion sense tends to be topsy turvy and a complete 180 from what everyone else (read the fashion blogging intelligentsia) thinks is “cool.” I think that is primarily one of the reasons I hold back my preference of what I want to see coming down the runway. But if we were to talk in abstract, just flowing extemporaneously, I’d simply say that I’d want to see London, coming down a New York runway. It’s not that American designers aren’t any good, far from. And maybe that was a weak way to preface what I am about to say. It’s just that I actually like seeing the names that are not necessarily in super bright lights that everyone tends to fawn over. Move over Michael Kors and Marc Jacobs. I’m partial to Nicole Miller, Bill Blass, Joanna Mastroianni, Tracy Reese and Reem Acra. So what am I looking forward to in New York?
Some imagination.
I want a bit of the daring, bold concepts, possibly a design that doesn’t make functional sense, (thank you Alexandre Herchcovitch) but is on the site of artistic freedom. Maybe something a bit de classe’ for Spring, an impractical long, flowing, multi-colored skirt from Heatherette that questions and answers whether this will be a commercial success (it probably won’t, but who cares?)
So what am I looking forward to in New York for Spring? To give a rather ambiguous answer… I’m not sure.
I went to Cathy Horyn’s blog this morning and read what had to be the most life altering post ever. This is not hyperbole folks this is truth. And God bless Cathy Horyn for making these very significant points. God bless her.