HIGHLIGHTS FROM FREELANCE-WRITER FASHION WEEK
Pushing the boundaries of the very idea of what fashion can be, the first featured look of the week isn’t so much an “outfit” as it is a pair of jeans with a hole in the crotch paired with a weirdly short bathrobe. This avant-garde ensemble moves beyond now-familiar athleisure trends (recall last season’s emphasis on exercise attire that you don’t plan to exercise in, worn so that you can buy a gross sandwich at the deli across the street without feeling like the meat guy is judging your life) to pioneer a new, leisure-leisure genre. This look powerfully evokes the experience of checking your e-mail when you’re half dressed, accidentally letting, like, two hours go by, and then quickly tossing on a bathrobe because someone buzzed your apartment, but it was just the U.P.S. guy trying to get in to deliver a package to your neighbor. Expect to see more pilly terrycloth accents and racy cutouts throughout the week!
On the second day of F.W.F.W., we saw a more direct approach, with a look that expands past hobo-chic stylings to scream outright, “I am a hobo!” A pair of Hanes sweatpants (sized for a husky ten-year-old boy), with one leg bunched up from a fitful night of sleep, plays with high-low aesthetics, while a sweater from the needs-to-be-dry-cleaned pile provides a subtly sensual silhouette of linty lumps.
Our third highlighted outfit pivots from previous themes of cozy destitution to introduce a pair of bafflingly large basketball shorts, which left celebs in the front row pondering: Where did these shorts come from? Surely no one would buy them. Did someone leave them in your college dorm during a party? If so, why have you kept them? This mesmerizing mystery garment is then shockingly topped with a crisp, tailored blazer (a cheeky reference to the fact that there are some people who get dressed like human beings every day and go to work instead of sitting at home looking like Adam Sandler after a pickup game).
The runway on day four played host to a display that at once called to mind glam Porky Pig and to a grown woman wearing a silk blouse and no pants. This foray into dry-clean-only attire, fresh from the plastic garment bag—and with the model sporting a static updo to prove it—seems to be the designer’s way of communicating “I had a breakfast meeting at nine-thirty this morning, so I’m not doing shit for the rest of the day.” The blouse creates an illusion of having put in a full day’s worth of effort, even though that meeting was just “a general” and won’t lead to anything. In all, this is a truly moving demonstration of the mix of high art and artifice that is haute couture. Because that’s what fashion is all about: creating the illusion that you are not as garbage as you actually are.Read more at:evening dresses | formal dresses