If there’s something that I can’t get used to about New York, it’s the level of coolness attached to something being exclusive. Take clubs for example: the harder to find, the more impossible to crash (bonus points if the entrance is tucked beyond a false elevator, a wine cellar or a taco stand), the more popular the club. Sigh.
But when it comes to shows and designers, exclusivity and coolness might actually correlate. Take personal fave Jeremy Laing’s show for example. His architectural separates and delicate yet strong aesthetics are a fashion-lover’s dream come true, but while I’d love to see every Jane Doe trotting down the street in a micro-camo prints and leather dresses, it’s just not happening. But the thing is, if you’re part of the group who’s in love with the floppy haired Canadian genius like me, you’ll go. You’ll smile along with the rest of the editors and bloggers who love the stuff too and dance around the whitewashed space after the show with girls and boys of every position and rank in the fashion industry in glee. Yay for Jeremy! Yay for fashion!
Some notes from the show:
- Printed pants = the next big trouser trend
- Stop worrying about looking too Halloweeny: orange and black look wonderful together.
- Buy: big leather elbow-length gloves (and a long-furred cuff?)
- I think I want to be Kate Lanphear when I grow up.
But as much as I love my Laing and would like to buy out his line to support the man, my wallet’s a little too slim to be indulging. Thank god then that his sheer leggings are for sale.
“They’re nearly indestructible,” Laing assured me when I asked if I could pick up one for each day of the week. “You’ll only need a pair!” Amen to that.