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Wassup wassup??! Me and Thee Billy Porter twinning in matching blouses! I dared him to take a pic with me. Only because I knew he would. At the MICHAEL KORS show, it was a disco kinda morning. Almost overwhelming at times. I caught glimpses of classic Kors here and there but way too often there were too many patterns and pieces all at once. The front row was lit, as always, with Michael Douglas and Catherine Zeta Jones, Kerry Washington, Priyanka, Olivia Wilde, Regina King and Billy Porter squeezed in with Kate Hudson and the regulars. Barry Manilow and Patti Hansen closed it out with a sing-along. And that’s when I bounced. BOSS gave us super clean, minimalist lines. A mature palette and bold patterns, especially for men. Wider pant legs, too. Happy to see that. I never cared for tight trousers on guys. There was lots of big drama at the Park Avenue Armory with MARC JACOBS. A scaled down audience and fewer pieces. Beautifully constructed, his full, wide dresses and coats sported crinolines underneath. The best I’ve seen from Marc in a while. Tracee Ellis Ross, Kerry W. and Rita Ora were on the front row. Sofia Coppola too. And seeing Christy Turlington was a treat. It’s been a few minutes since she’s graced a runway. So. That’s it, dolls. Another Fashion Week—done! It’s back to the grind cuz the hustle to keep WINONA, INC. on top never stops. SMOOCHES!
Tuesday was another cold, wet one but GABRIELA HEARST‘s show gave us warmth with comfy pieces in luscious knits and cozy cashmere. She’s an eco-nerd, all about the re-purposing, and post-show I grabbed a few of the cashmere seat pillows, made from leftover fabric, she offered as takeaways. CHRISTIAN COWAN’s theatrical makeup was a hint of what was in store for us on his runway. Showgirl feathers and sequins on sweats, his brand was built on dressing performers. Hard to move away from. But you can try. COACH, down on Wall St., was coed but with pants, dress, skirt, vest, coat, scarf, all on one model, there was so much to see, you end up not seeing anything at all. But Michael B. Jordan is a cutie. I saw him just fine. CYNTHIA ROWLEY hasn’t done a runway show in a minute. Gathered around the pool at the London Terrace in Chelsea, there were florals and fruit patterns and flowy frocks with a 60’s springtime vibe. Totally out of season. OSCAR DE LA RENTA. What can you say? Great, classic pieces, beautiful fabrics, elegance, sophistication, what’s not to love? Some of the evening wear seemed rehashed from decades past but all in all, a strong show. Paris Hilton took about a million shots but the wet ring around her shoes ruined every single one. That would’ve never happened just a few years ago. You lose your place real fast in this town.
Winona is wearing GARETH PUGH
The OLSEN twins in Tribeca at 9am challenged me Monday morning. But it was worth it. Jackets and coats, nipped in at the waist were like butta, baby. So far, the finest craftsmanship I’ve seen on the runway this season. I shit you not. And the coffee? Super-delish as always. At the CAROLINE HERRERA show, she sat front row again, dressed in a lovely suit, representing what her line used to be. On the catwalk? The look was looser, less constructed, but still Herrera. LELA ROSE’s doggy presentation was cute, tying in with the big dog show going on down at the Garden. But let’s focus on the fashion, shall we? Pretty dresses and suits, it’s ladies-who-don’t-mind-being-ladies wear. Now. I’m not big on the new “presentation” style of fashion show. But ALICE + OLIVIA’s Stacey Bendet really outdid herself! The scenes she created were fantastic and the fashions bold and sexy. Gotta give it to her. PROENZA SCHOULER at the new Hudson Yards tower served up big, strong looks for big, strong girls. Smart trenches, leather and moleskin, it was a solid comeback from last seasons’ denim trainwreck. And at ANNA SUI, there were wacky wigs, electric colors and brocade trimmed in ostrich feathers, taking a 60’s cue, but less Goldie and more Phyllis Diller. Google her. You’ll get it. It was a riot! Someone should’ve called the police.
Sunday morning, I bumped into Priyanka down in Soho. Marriage seems to agree with her. Could she be more stunning? On the catwalk, ROMEO HUNTE’s show left me cold. Even with so many male torsos on display. Three of which belong to me. All of my models are booked this week. Every single one. TORY BURCH was at Pier 17 with Zoe Saldana, Naomi Watts, and Mindy Kaling on the front row. A whole lotta busy-ness. Florals and plaids and little knit jackets and a funky boot that tied absolutely none of it together. DION LEE on the other hand served up some interesting corset work. His coats and transparent wrappers were très très chic. A soft color palette with lots of black and white. PRABAL GURUNG’s coed show was comic-book colorful with lots of hot pinks and turquoise. Blacks and whites too. Patterns. Plaids. Houndstooth. Like going to a circus. Just not in a good way. And LAQUAN SMITH’s evolution continues. Maybe it’s the inclusion of menswear? Still hyper-sexy, he’s introducing plaids and moving into semi-serious daywear for women now. I think I like it.
Winona is wearing RIANNA + NINA
Day Four started with ADEAM’s presentation at Spring Studios. Not a whole lot stood out for me there. A long denim wrap skirt. Coats with the extra-extra-wide lapels. After that it’s all a blur. CHRISTIAN SIRIANO at Rockerfeller Center was hit and miss, too. More misses than hits. But the diversity on so many runways this season has everything to do with him so he gets a pass. This season. I hauled ass across town for JONATHAN SIMKHAI show at Industria studio. His presentation of lace, denim and long satiny slip dresses over soft, plaid trousers was an interesting combo. And Mr. BRANDON MAXWELL. He’s got his mind right after last season’s west Texas hoedown show. The presentation at Penn Station was clean, chic, sophisticated and sexy, in grown-folk colors. Sometimes you CAN’T go home again, Brandon! JOHN ELLIOTT’s show at the Brooklyn Navy Yard was my first off the Rock this season. Collabs are great, but he’s hooked up with Caterpiller construction and utility-worker chic was the theme. There’s a market. Sure. I just never thought I’d see it on the runway during Fashion Week.
DAY THREE started out cold and wet so what luck! My schedule had me at SPRING STUDIOS for most of the day. At 10am, The BROCK COLLECTION in Gallery I kicked off with interesting tweed dresses and suits. Very Chanel-ish. But then they morphed into fussy and some pieces even got a little frumpy. Womp-womp. HELLESSY at 11 gave us deconstructed suits and dresses with stars, stripes, sequins…and Miss Pat Cleveland! So cool to see her still doing her thing. I wanted to stop and chat but had to dash for the KATE SPADE presentation at noon. Cipriani downtown. I barely made it. Kiki Layne from If Beale Street Could Talk was front row and gorge in chartreuse and egglant, pieces from the collection. On the runway were turbans, animal prints, and of course, handbags. Most models carried two. CUSHNIE at 3pm served up the usual sex on a stick with class. Her drapey gowns barely hung onto the nips and hips of her models. But never cheap. Never skanky. She always makes it work. Finally, JEREMY SCOTT. What’s black and white and read all over? Not a damn thing. Not anymore. Love me a layered tulle skirt, and he had lots of those, but the screaming newspaper theme is about twenty years too late. Epic fail, dude. Goodnight.
Winona is wearing MONSE
Day Two started early with RALPH LAUREN. Trying something different, he presented the collection at his new cafe along with breakfast. The pastries, fresh croissants, smoked salmon and egg-white frittatas were yummy. The fashion? Same ol’ same ol’. But Ralph’s same ol’ is still kinda special. ELIE TAHARI at Spring Studios was scattered and all over the place. No theme of any kind. Christie Brinkley closed the show, sharing the runway with her daughter, Sailor. Their palm slap at the end was a sweet moment. NICOLE MILLER is on an environmental kick, serving up astrology symbols along with some weird evil-eye patterns. Denim made out of recycled soda bottles was interesting. On this runway, my younger girls ruled. But the TELFAR show at Irving Plaza. That joint was out-of-control. Models fell off the stage, crowdsurfing over the audience in the arms or on the shoulders of what appeared to be designated carriers. I’m just not here for that kind of presentation. Sorry. I like to actually see the clothes. But the baby-face-ded crowd tried to crash backstage after the show. They dug it. So there.
Winona is wearing FENDI