All isn’t hoods and masks, or is it?
The sun rose and what was beautiful streamed as light, like the kernels of ripened corn on earth, before an impending “fade to black” – a sun set for Day 2 of New Fashion Week.
This culture begin with Cushnie Et Ochs who upon entrance set an apex for the day instgramming her “showtime” inspiration – Kehinde Wiley, where blue was expressionistic dots on a channel of orange. Feels like the kind of sartorial note of oranges that burst in espresso during this season of coffee. Consider us chasing one.
Yet, without a thought of containing our high, a welcomed burst to the bubble of [e]motion came with a welcomed, overwhelming experience of all all-over-the-place petals and petticoats hip-to-hip in the ever-ever wonderland Betsey Johnson. Highs are real friends.
Thankfully, the thrill was sustained by Lacoste whose America we can’t ever forget, bonding us with color blocks greens, blacks and yellow and red, whites and A$AP Rocky. His inspiration din’t need far to make us leap where his stars and stripes appeared.
Going into the sun set of the night was an easy down-er with Givenchy and the Paris house first show in New York. If a mask was on. Hoods off, mask on, oh, what a sun setting, embroidered with art literally and Marina Abramovich-ly – dusk into night.