On Day One, there was really no time to think or explore the City. After checking in press passes at 9AM, I quickly dashed inside the Mercedes-Benz Bryant Park tents to warm up and get ready for the BCBG Max Azria show. Naturally in every show, the standing audience gets to fill in seats near the start of the show. (Sometimes even to your advantage: I sat next to the likes of Interview Magazine editors!) When I sat down, the first thing I noticed two rows in front of me was the Ice Queen herself, flawlessly stringent and not a hair out of place.
Anna "Ice Queen" Wintour, the Editor-in-Chief of Vogue (center), at the BCBG Max Azria show.
Call me old school, but I believe that Max Azria has developed one of the best approaches to a fashion business, as both a luxury and affordable brand. The prices are respectable and what I believe is the epitome of their success. Ever since last season, there’s been a fusion of print and solids in the house. To achieve this almost Mondrian-like look, Lubov Azria used color-blocking to its full potential – the best I’ve seen since Dries van Noten a few seasons back. Blacks, greys, and blues were enhanced with pops of neon, the perfect way to enhance a drab wardrobe. The clothes appeared ethereal in real life, something you can’t really experience from the likes of style.com or videos. The way the drapes were finished at BCBG was clever: they were tucked and pinned at different proportions to make the color-blocking even more interesting to look at.
The news of Alexander McQueen’s death was first tweeted while I was waiting for this show. Although there seemed to be a calm about the room, I had the urge to yell and notify everyone of the panic. It seemed like a myth, similar to the rumor that Carine Roitfeld was about to take over American Vogue, and I didn’t believe it at the time. This fashion week/month has already started with a bang, and definitely not in a good way.
As I made my way to the West Village to work the Cushnie et Ochs show, I noticed a lot of socialites along the way. Mind you that my celebrities are editors and bloggers, and I was in complete shock to be in the same room with them. I was reacquainted with Bismarck Phillips, the summer internship I had in Los Angeles. As my favorite emerging brand, Cushnie et Ochs was truly a privilege to watch. Some of the front row guests included Julia Frakes and Bryanboy, who I felt compelled to approach. I chatted with Tom from Jak&Jil slightly while waiting for the slew of black and metal that was about to come. No big deal. Here a few backstage shots I took at Cushnie et Ochs:
To describe the ideal Cushnie girl would be like trying to describe the fashion scene here in New York (as I’ll try to do in a later post). She’s effortlessly cool, knows the right people, and makes the clothes respond to her, not the other way around. She’s similar to the “tough model muse” that Alexander Wang portrayed at the beginning of his career, but reinvented to be more intimidating. Although the color scheme was limited to blacks, browns, and whites, the mix of textures was most important. The variety of fabrics was very inspiring: there was knit on jersey on fur on leather on lace. My favorite jacket, which combines knit and fur, sums up the diversity of this brand and is screaming to be on the backs of models off-duty.
John viewed the Cushnie et Ochs collection from the sidelines.
Here are a few details worth noting:
- Cushnie et Ochs' metal studded gloves are sure to fly off the shelves.
Model Katie Fogarty gets her hands into a pair of Cushnie et Ochs crystal gloves. Image courtesy of Refinery 29.
- The models left hoof-like imprints on the runway. Maybe there’s an animal inspiration.
After a very unhealthy lunch and dinner, I made my way to the Mara Hoffman presentation. At first, I was only excited to see the People’s Revolution staff in action, but was soon impressed by the energy of the clothes. Clearly, there was a spiritual influence of the designs. Models were elevated in a circular presentation and a hippie band made a cosmic connection. I was surprised no one asked for my astrology sign.
Unfortunately, I was there for only a New York minute because I had to catch the Metro back to the tents. I was early to see the Mik Cire show and somehow or another, I got to grab a seat to the show for the Red Dress Collection. For those of you who aren’t aware, the Red Dress Collection features a relaxed fashion show every season where celebrities model red dresses that are designed particularly for a charity auction. Though I usually hate the sight of celebrities and obnoxious middle-aged women from New York donning red head-to-toe outfits, I must admit that it was refreshing. No one was serious or pretentious, just happy to see the clothes on smiling, yet slightly awkward, celebrities.
By this time, I was exhausted and thinking about giving up on the Mik Cire by Eric Kim show. However, since the people signing me in thought I was a friend of the designer, they ushered me in backstage. (Why refuse a good thing, right?) I ended up getting second row seats amongst a very intimidating crowd as the lights dimmed. The clothes themselves were not insanely innovative, yet there was an aura that made you want to have every single one of those pieces. Eric truly has an attention to detail and the clothes looked great from all angles. There was bondage and black galore! The most amazing part was when he came out with his baby and received wild applause. Supposedly there’s a cult following already. Here are a couple of shots from the show:
I can't believe I attended five shows. Day Two coming soon!