NYFW September 2021 – Day Three
Day Three was wet. And long. And not in a good way. MOSCHINO was playful, fun, even kind of silly sometimes. I mean, they gave us classic Chanel-like suits but what grown-ass woman would wear one in such a childish pattern? Toys and stuffed animals? It was like women’s wear—for toddlers.
SERGIO HUDSON‘s presentation gave me the big, fat shot of joy I needed. He served up a level of sophistication that’s been missing on the catwalk for a long, long time. His monochromatic coats and trousers, lean, mean, body-conscious dresses and knee-high boots never fail to conjure up my mentor, Signor Versace. Had me all in my feelings. I damn near cried. A few of his models came this close to hitting the floor but he’s blowing up. You GO, Sergio!
CAROLINA HERRERA appears to be going after the youth market this season with high hems and puffed sleeves. A few greatest hits showed up. The signature black and white stripes in particular. But what had me scratching my head was the model selection. So many of the women seemed weirdly out of place, as if they were booked for the wrong show. Who’s doing the casting over there?
LaQuan, LaQuan, LaQuan… 9pm at the Empire State Building, it was a location to kill for, and LAQUAN SMITH slutted us out once again with nasty thongs, booty shorts, sleazy negligees and big fishnet stockings. Most of his offerings felt so thoughtless, they seemed to have been whipped up the night before. It’s just his thing. Season after season. And his growing market eats it up. Oh well. Onward…DAY FOUR