let it flower, let it bloom,
Spring doesn’t grieve for the loss of winter, for if it did, its time couldn’t arrive, to birth the floral and fauna hinged to its definition. The expression of this most welcomed post-winter interval, came with a color blast; mustard, pre-saturated persimmons and matte blacks plucking the centennial number of muscles in our faces to give rise to a smile and another and another as these delicate and diverse interpretation of flowering fruit, was as the washed coffee of Ethiopia – ‘same, not same’ perennials of biodiversity.
Edun toggled our emotion the people of the cloth, the Kuba, to the punctuation of looks presented in a cohesive they came as commas within a string of regal sentences.
Public School marries the light with the near dark hypnotically, lulling us into the belief that spring is not one or the other of a season but a season where lines are blurred seesawing between what was and what will become, like a season that stands as an eternal prelude to summer.
Derek Lam’s pairing prove that the bright dark can coexist, that spring is as much about light lingering longer and the winter fading at its own pace, spring’s eventual awakening.
Prabal Gurung gave us a frame of nature in an afro and above knee peek-a-boo silhouettes to the taste of nectarine.
Tracy Reese zoomed in on the science of petals – zoomed in shapes adorning the lady – everything coming up florals, like the bloom of flowery coffees from the nectar of central America. Luck be a lady!
Opening Ceremony commented on its own tradition allowing its runway models to lose balance and fall in CLOTHES, mimicking the reality of life. We all fall, we can’t rewind, but we can get up. Thanks to Kelela’s vocals for the sonic script that was more than subliminal, it was the voice of spring – ah, lets dance.