If you close your eyes, you can hear the clinking glasses of champagne, snappy pops of cameras clicking, and stomachs grumbling for something more than the morning's non-fat latte. It's Fashion Week in New York. Bryant Park is filled with editors, models, celebs, and hard working production staff bringing an onslaught of structured, intelligent clothing to the American fashion flock.
However, besides the rows of pretty people lining up to view the collections- there's not a whole lot of pretty in the clothes. There is a severity and frankness that seems incongruous with dreamy fashion week. Though the craftsmanship is outstanding, the overall tone seems aggressive, stiff, and slightly depressing. It could be that what we are seeing is actually a new era of dressing in which serious women dress seriously and the somber charcoals, blacks, and navys are de rigouer for the changing political and social climates.
Though this seems a bit much for a little post on a blog with a grosgrain header and pink background, it appears that fashion may indeed be donning the "wake me when its over" cloak and battening down the hatches until the storm clears. If you intend to steer this course along with the rest of us- stock up on the necessary provisions: black tights, mannish trousers, exaggerated knit dresses and sweaters in shades of gray, and of course patent. For a pop of color- reach for clutches, over sized wrapping scarves, and a divine coat. A good coat makes it all better. I Heart Fashion