A Thom Browne presentation during the middle of New York Fashion Week has always been like the equivalent of smelling salts – something to refresh and revive the senses and prevent me from drowning in what can seem like a sea of perfectly nice, perfectly wearable and bon chic, bon genre clothes. What NYFW is… Continue reading Kissed by a Rose
Sludge Fight
There's been a slushy sludge attack at New York Fashion Week. Quite literally, tons of slush on the streets and then sludgy shades on the catwalk. Now, I don't mind a bit of slush (I'm well equipped with sludge-attack shoes – see previous post), nor am I particularly against the sludge. Save for the tiresome… Continue reading Sludge Fight
Cold Filler
>> I'm actually bored of talking about the weather now. Every coversation in New York has gone something like this "How's your New York Fashion Week going? Hasn't the weather been crazy?" to which my default reply has now become "Actually, I thought it was fine." On Friday, as this supposed storm Nemo was gradually… Continue reading Cold Filler
Chlo-ehhhhhh!
Chlo√´ Sevigny's collections for Opening Ceremony in my head are always somehow intrinsically linked with the plethora of characters that she has embodied over the years in addition to her eclectic array of style personas. Her fifth collection for Opening Ceremony very much like vintage 1995 Chlo√´, revisiting her Sassy years and her infamous debut in… Continue reading Chlo-ehhhhhh!