By Katie Wright
Where to begin with so many big names out on show yesterday? Well, DKNY was the usual high-standard (but hardly ground-breaking) display of clothes for the ‘modern woman.’ Who knew that cycling shorts could be a neat update on the city shorts suit?
Continuing the emerging all-American trend, Derek Lam’s girls were decked out in cowgirl brown suede, neckerchiefs and stars and stripes. Thankfully it was less of a literal a translation than, say, DSquared2 would come up with. Petal- and tulip-shaped skirts plus lots of floral frocks made it all look highly wearable and highly recession-proof.
Diane von Furstenburg was definitely not on home turf for her eponymous line. The giant tromp l’oeil archway kind of laboured the point, but it was all about travel to far away sandy places, and the wardrobe of ethnic-hippy-traveller floaty chiffony tunics you’d need to take with. Personally I was too distracted by the stacks of multi-coloured bangles to notice many of the clothes. I want!
Is it wrong that one of my ambitions in life is to own a Hervé Léger dress? Really? Damn, cos every season I think surely Max Azria must have run out of reinterpretations for the famous second-skin dresses, and every season I want them all anyway. Particularly the ones that look like they’d been put through a paper shredder and reassembled. Amazing.
Much less likely to cause your Dad to say ‘you’re not going out in just that are you?’ was Karen Walker’s supremely practical collection of cagoules, coats and capes in distinctly nautical style. Some looks were a bit over-the-top though. Yachting is one thing, but I swear you could go whaling in some of that gear.
What a day. Well done NYC. And extra points from me as, being a vocabulary geek, I loved the fact that the Y-3 show was a perfect demonstration one of my favourite words: vexillology. See dictionary.com for help.
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