February 6, 2014
Dispatch from Fashion Week F/W 2014
A couple of weeks ago, a mysterious email arrived in my inbox. The email was mysterious for two reasons 1) it contained an invitation to the Desigual fashion show, and 2) I know no one at Desigual. But who cares about small details like that? Not I, certainly. I said yes. Duh.
The last time I went to a fashion show, I was still in college. It was a Kenzo show in Paris, and my father brought me as his date. As some of you (if anyone still reads this blog anymore, given my neglect of it) may already know, I have on more than one occasion photographed people outside the shows, but I haven't had the pleasure of actually going inside Lincoln Center's hallowed halls. Well, I have been inside the hallowed halls, but usually for other kinds of cultural events.
What impressed me the most about the scene at Lincoln Center was that there was food inside the tents. Seriously. Sure, tons of people were running around in crazy clothes, but as a streetstyle photographer I'm impervious to that by this point. No, what will really stick with me as the week moves forward is the hot girl in line swigging a Beck's a three in the afternoon. Well played, lady, well played.
As it turned out, Linda Mason, a lovely painter and makeup artist I photographed and interviewed for the Skaggs blog a couple of weeks ago (you can read the post here), had arranged for me to be invited. I sat with Linda and her gorgeous daughter Daisy during the show. The experience was thrilling, and I had a blast. The music was great, the models (as well as everybody around me) seemed to be having a good time, and the clothes were really fun. If a collection is a novel comprised of different chapters, this season Desigual has written a chapter about sequins that I will read again and again. I broke my toe three weeks ago and am not allowed to wear any shoes other than sneakers. As far as I am concerned, there are two ways to deal with sneakers: fake leather pants and a 90s style short-sleeved T-shirt over long-sleeved T-shirt look with a long sweater, or something that goes the other way entirely like lace or...sequins, lots of sequins. These days, looking like a disco ball is never inappropriate, even during the day, a state of affairs for which I, at least, am grateful.