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MICHAEL KORS 10AM show at Pier 17 was a snoozefest. Lots of play-play and very little working woman daywear. That’s always been his deal and you come to expect certain things from certain people, you know? Back in the day, the ultimate reward for keeping your bod on point was rocking a genuine HERVE LEGER bandage dress that spared no mercy. Their new CD, CHRISTIAN JUUL NIELSEN, has rebooted and brought it back! His presentation at the NOMAD HOTEL gave me new life! Which I needed later on after the one and a half hour wait for MARC JACOB’s show to start. Because they went with RIHANNA this year to close out NYFW, that bitch stalled his show on purpose. Don’t try and tell me different. And his collection? Childish and way off the beam. Mid-life crisis anyone? RIHANNA hauled us out to the BROOKLYN NAVY YARD for her SAVAGE X FENTY lingerie show. SLICK WOODS, very pregnant in pasties and a harness, was in labor supposedly and while she was tight and still looking pretty fab, some thighs we just didn’t need to see. Are we celebrating cellulite now? Really?? Girlfriend Riri was chilled and beyond during her final stroll. Tight, luscious and altogether yummy, I saw no sign of cheese in the extra LBs she’s carrying.
So there it is, doll. Another NEW YORK FASHION WEEK is done. The London shows start on Friday but I’m staying put. SMOOCHES!
Winona’s handbag is by FENDI
The weather on Monday was just plain shitty so I blew off the OLSEN twins at 9 AM. They were presenting in their showroom waaaaay downtown but CAROLINA HERRERA’s 10 AM show at the HISTORICAL SOCIETY was just down the street from the condo. No-brainer. The new head designer for the House of Herrera, WES GORDON, is all over the place. Kinda Carolina but then, so NOT. She was in the front row with the fam. Can’t imagine what she was thinking. PHILLIP LIM’s show at ESSEX STREET ACADEMY on the Lower East Side was pretty wet, but lots of young blood was present on that rooftop. Cameras were poppin’. The PROENZA SCHOULER show, just a few minutes away on Wall Street, was denim-heavy and kinda meh. Not a great comeback to New York Fashion Week for the boys. But ANNA SUI at SPRING STUDIOS gave us beautiful patterns and fabrics, funky turbans and the cutest little crochet shorts. I even liked the kitten heels with socks! Before turning it in, I dashed through the little soiree MILES RITCHIE hosted at the PUBLIC last night. He’s so cute but all of those tatts! I couldn’t work with that. He’s better off signing with WILHELMINA. The Finale
It was rainy and cool on Sunday but MANSUR GAVRIEL at SPRING STUDIOS gave us clean lines, a neutral palette and yummy Parisian sweets. The goodies were for buyers only but I grabbed a few. Try and stop me, Boo. We stood in the rain for TELFAR’s show on the helipad at BLADE. No kidding. It was kind of a pain and the all-in-one sagging pants and drawers combo made me want to slap somebody, but with the live music and vibe of the crowd, there was no denying the cool factor present. Back at SPRING STUDIOS—PRABAL GURUNG. Thumbs way down on this collection. Using diversity to cover up mediocrity? Sorry Prabal. I see you. Some designers I root for every season. LAQUAN SMITH is one of them. This season’s offering, at PIER 59, was less slutty than previous years but there was still plenty of slut-appeal. It’s his style. I’ve accepted that. And after a quick change at the agency, I made it to The BUSINESS OF FASHION 500 Gala at the 1HOTEL BROOKLYN BRIDGE. I did the rounds and dragged my tired ass out of there by midnight. Another day done. DAY FIVE
On the third day…JONATHAN SIMKHAI. His presentation gave me the heebie jeebies. Seriously. I don’t mind a little lace and frill but why the mad overload?? I had two sweet-faced girls in the show, though, and they were perfect. So it’s all good. BRANDON MAXWELL at the CLASSIC CAR CLUB has kicked New York City sleek to the curb with a big, red cowboy boot. Using pick-up trucks and coolers for seats, it’s clear with this collection that the Texas boy has returned home. And b-t-w? TIFFANY HADDISH is gorge. BADGLEY MISCHKA at SPRING STUDIOS did what they do best. Pretty dresses for ladies who like being ladies. The little kids in the show gave Ralph’s kids the night before some Fashion Week competition. Cuteness level on high. ADEAM’s show in Chelsea presented super-fussy fashion. That’s their M.O., I know, but they took it to the extreme this season. It was fun to be in TUNNEL again, though. Wild times in that joint back in the day. The JIMMY CHOO party in Chinatown caught me draggin’ ass. After hugging Tiffany again, I called it a night. DAY FOUR
Day Two. It started out so sweetly. First, a beautiful show for KATE SPADE at the Library. There was glitter, little notes left on our chairs, everything was so pretty, I hope she was pleased. And then, onto CUSHNIE’s first solo show. Some were worried, but not me. I know what she can do. More pretty was on hand but with a Caribbean vibe. Details to drool over. Very SADE, during the Babyfather days. On 37th Street, MONSE brought us genderless deconstruction. Loose, flowy, I still don’t get the NICKI MINAJ connect but WHOOPI? Oh yeah. I get that. Last night, RALPH LAUREN’s 50th anniversary gala in CENTRAL PARK called for a big, ball skirt. I mean errrrrr’body was there, from OPRAH to HILLARY to KANYE, who just had to show out. Girlfriend’s question was off the wall, though. But what ever happened to ignoring a bitch?? I skipped, hiking my skirt like Cinderella and hauling ass over to the PLAZA for the HARPER’S BAZAAR party. Got there just in time to see Nicki Minaj and CARDI B go at it. Lucky me. Shoes came off, Cardi’s gown got trashed, her whole ass was hanging out, and somehow baby girl got a huge knot on her head! PR stunt gone awry? That’s my guess. You can’t play those games with everybody. Oh well. Day Two—over and out! DAY THREE
Winona’s skirt is RALPH LAUREN
I got a late start after Tom’s party the night before and didn’t get to my first show yesterday until LAURENCE and CHICO at the CHELSEA PIERS FITNESS CENTER. That was an eye-opener! With MISS J ALEXANDER in attendance and the queens well- repped, it was tulle and mesh, caged skirts and crazy platform shoes. Wild! Then a mad dash to catch JOHN ELLIOTT’s show at a skate park on the Hudson. It was hot AF and the fashions had an L.A. vibe all the way but MILES RITCHIE (what a cutie!), WHOOPI and LEBRON were all there. Meeting King James finally was a big thrill! Oh yeah…JUSTIN and HAILEY were there too…Zzzzzz… JEREMY SCOTT served up his usual madness at 9pm. Not a big fan, but the zippered jumpsuit with the boots attached would work quite well in MY closet. After a brief stop at the PLAYBOY CLUB for the after-party, I was out. Day One done! DAY TWO
Tom Ford’s show last night at the Park Avenue Armory kicked off Fashion Week. CARDI B showed up, looking ghetto-sleek (those fingernails!) and way more put together than I’ve ever seen her. I think she just might be okay after all. HENRY GOLDING. That Crazy Rich Asian? Hot stuff, baby. Hot, hot stuff. Look out for him. And power couple TOM HANKS and RITA WILSON, in a bronzy skirt and fuzzy mules, gave us all the feels. Run Forrest! Run! But look at Lourdis. When Tom offered her anything on the rack as payment for doing the show, she grabbed this sparkly little number from last season. It’s twenty-five thou but he let her have it. He’s a man who’s true to his word. So I blackmailed her. I handled my end of the bargain and got her onto his catwalk. Cooper-Hewitt here I come! What She Wore During Fashion Week – DAY ONE