Here are the three that blew me away:
#1 Rodarte. Head & shoulders above the rest, and the core inspiration for my proclamation of the "Poisoned Femininity" trend. I plan to discuss this at greater length next time. But just feast your eyes on these macabre, yet dainty delights:
#2. Marc Jacobs. A lot of people think he jumped the shark with this one, but I disagree for now. In this notably sexless and antiseptic collection, I found elements of 90's Prada, an Antwerpian sartorial vibe, and a jibe at Neo-Puritanism. Should it have remained strictly conceptual, the internal discourse of a particularly postmodernist Gotham designer? Or did it translate successfully to a high fashion collection, one for which the adoring clientele will pay through the nose? That remains to be seen. For now, watch the video (yes, that is the mighty Sonic Youth playing live!):
#3. Rag & Bone. Realistically, the show that best reflects both my current and aspirational worldview & style. Postapocalyptic but expensive. Unisexually attractive and sharp.
*still attempting to find streamable video of this event*
Some key looks:
In MY ideal universe of appearances, ALL metropolite men & women would be this impeccably groomed & outfitted on a day to day basis. There's no reason why more men in this country cannot strive for this ideal immediately.