I know Halloween is over, but the Reese's crumbs on my keyboard and my lap littered with fun-size wrappers tells me I'm not quite ready to let it go. Maybe it's the sugar high, maybe it's the hangover, or maybe these violent shakes are a sign of something more serious, but to hell with it! One more blog on Halloween this season won't kill anyone, right?
I was looking at the runway shows for Spring on my lunch break the other day (for the, oh I don't know, 372nd time) when I noticed a ghostly trend. Halloween was on my brain I suppose because I felt like I was seeing skeletal models walking down the runway wearing...skeletons. Taking a bite of my peanut butter and jelly stuffed with Lays potato chips, I ate it quickly in case it was the hunger was making me see things. But even after the whole sandwich and a bag of baby carrots (Mom! Vegetables! Me!), my findings didn't change. Girls weren't just made of skin and bones, they were wearing them. I've been told that it's what's inside that counts, but designers like Rodarte, Narciso Rodriguez, and Alexander McQueen took it one step further.
Inside-out is so out it's in. It's apparent that designers drew inspiration from the body and mimicked human musculature and the exoskeleton.
Cristian Lacroix and Rodarte like bones:
Givenchy and Antonio Berardi just want some body to love:
What do you get when you cross a vampire and a snowman? Frostbite by Alexander McQueen and Maison Martin Margiela:
I'm not sure if these outfits are tricks or treats, but I do know that macabre fashion is now acceptable year-round--remember this is from the spring runway. Spring! I wonder if black and orange braces rubberbands will be seen this summer on fashion-forward pre-teens who say out with the blossoms and in with the bones. I guess grave ensembles are not just for October 31st any longer, in a few months they'll be unearthed once again. Now that's something I can dig.