Winning the day is Prabal Gurung, who had every top editor in attendance, the power-buying crowd, Rachel Zoe, Barbara Bush and the blessing of the CFDA, with his architectural clothes looking spot-on. Unable to get past the watchful eye of KCD and unsuccessful at actually finding a seat, I watched square center as the dresses walked the giant pixelated runway. So close, yet so far away. This in no way detracts from the merit of the work, or the fact that he's going to be the next Alexander Wang or Thakoon.
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Sexy, feminine, sporty and clean. After last season's mustard disaster, which looked like a Heinz bottle splattered the catwalk, it's much appreciated. This is Christophe Lemaire's final show for Lacoste before going to Hermès. The just-appointed Felipe Oliveira Baptista will be taking over next season.
"Just another sunny day in Monaco," my friend whispers as we think of cabana cocktails and lazy days reading Hemingway. Linen and jersey so elegantly tailored as to suggest silk; architectural and plush, black and white leading up to a smattering of subdued shades of primary colors.
They're launching a new jewelry line and Lacoste Live, an equally-new collection targeting "hip" young ones.
As I was leaving Stuart, Kim Kardashian almost ran me over. It's at Koch Hall. A cavernous place, full of ... well ... space. It's a better home in a lot of ways versus Astor Hall for the flouncy dresses that walked down the runway. Jill has returned to what made her strong: girly dresses for a young gal who's going on a whimsical date, batting her eyes at the beau that's pouring her another glass of Pinot Grigio.
Harkening back to an older "Mad Men"-esque aesthetic, the now divorced and remarried Betty Draper would wear one of these dresses to casually seduce the milk man and then pick up the kids from school.
There's a lot of patent leather knee-high riding boots and platform power pumps bringing the look from retro-chic into the modern era. She's now able to balance the hard edge of the moment with her own way of crafting a dress, instead of what we witnessed as fall's armor.
The Sleigh Bells seem to be fashion's new soundtrack. They've been in more fashion shows than I have. "Run the Heart" and "Tell 'Em" pumped through the speakers as a red leather sundress walked past. A laser-cut maxi that finished the show.
Adam has veered toward the more wearable. Having just been bought out by a bigger company, he's moving in the mass-market direction. This isn't a bad thing, as his company started from one solid t-shirt that was insanely comfortable to wear and won the hearts of women everywhere. He's let go of the show-stopping feathers and, instead, choosing linen, chunky knit, and jersey. Why am I starting to feel like spring is the new fall?