So you know how most of the shows in New York all seemed to feature interchangeable separates that could pretty much all be switched from one [insert big name]'s catwalk to the next without visibly affecting the general onda on show? Rigid high boots, textured sweatshirts, a plethora of beanies, androgynous pant-suits, loose-fit layers, and leather in every shape and form were basically runway fixtures this season. Aside from the odd flash of dyed-fur, or say, a hot fushia embroidered gown, the models almost needn't have bothered changing. OK, perhaps a little too cynical. Put it this way: the general trend? Wearable, wearable, wearable. That's what the recession does to fashion. Not a terribly bad thing for the commuter (yes, he's back!), but a sad state of affairs for creativity capital-C.
And where is Ghesquiere when you need him, eh? Hopefully setting up an eponymous something, n'est ce pas. Meanwhile, aesthetic mavericks Miuccia, Marc and Margiela better bring it next week, as the Mowers of this world will need fodder if they are to translate the AW13 mood into words...
But then we have Lim. I am not normally one to embrace Zoeisms, but ohemjeee I DIE. Need EVERYTHING!!! This is by far and away my favourite collection for fall. It may be playing up to all the urban-meets-biker-chic clichés of the hour, but see if I care. Effortful nonchalance with just the right amount of attitude. Just gimme some patchwork leather, a pink coat, and a selection of thigh high sandals, and we'll just have to hope my French genes can do the rest. Don't make me wear a helmet, though. My hair may be born 'n bred to look effortless (read messy), but there's only so much it can take.