NYFW diary: Huffing and puffing all the way to Ralph Lauren
After a slight subway snafu that left me and my fashion week other-half, Globe & Mail fashion scribe Amy Verner, racing down Hudson Street (thank heavens we both wore flats) with no time to spare, we huffed and puffed and took our seats as the lights dimmed on Ralph Lauren’s spring show. While I looked like a haggard mess, Ralph’s girls were the picture of ladylike perfection—clad in cloche hats, beaded gowns in buttercup yellow, mint, and blush, silky wide leg trousers, and fine-knit cable cardigans—all channelling their inner Daisy Buchanan for a nostalgic New York runway experience.
Later that afternoon the pretty party continued at Calvin Klein, from barely-there nudes to dark-as-night charcoals, the simplicity of jersey crepe slip dresses, sculpted movement of cropped culottes, and a sleek shawl-collared duster coat all had a delicate elegance that was equal parts modern and timeless.
And so the last day of New York fashion week comes to a close for this tired little fashionphile. The shows have whizzed by in tornado-like intensity, leaving a path of destruction in the wake—blisters, dark circles, and some seriously bad eating habits—who’s booking me a spa day? But of course I’m not complaining, because out of the Spring 2012 storm appeared a rainbow of colour, from neon tangerine and acid green to the bluest of blues, lavenders, and pinks, inventive design, and stylish creativity. I’m off to take a nap, but stay tuned for Sarah Casselman’s Marc Jacobs day of indulgence as well as a juicy NYFW recap to find out who won gold in our picks of the week.
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