Done right, Saturday morning is basically just bliss with a side of bagels. And during New York Fashion Week, a new brunch dish emerges among the avocado bowls and crispy bacon: style roundups with lip-smacking looks to really sink your teeth into. Scroll down to see what’s on the menu at NYFW: Day Three.
Jeremy Scott taunts tabloid culture with a Wham! Pow! of newspaper graphics and shock tactics. (A party dress that says “PSYCHO!” across the front? Sold.) With over 200k Swarovski crystals and illustrations by the activist artist Aleksandra Mir, the collection is a steady stream of shock and awe, and a sly slice of clickbait for an industry that thrives on its throes. As the headlines say: KILLER!
“I don’t think being a designer of more makes your clothes any better,” says Carly Cushnie backstage at her second solo show. “I’d rather focus on making my own line amazing, and working with a team I love and trust” than vie for a spot as a legacy house’s creative director. That’s totally cool, but if she ever changes her mind, Cushnie’s skin-slitted velvet and hammered silk dresses could put her on the shortlist for Versace’s next wave. Just saying.
Tomo Koizumi makes a wise move by opening his show with Rowan Blanchard and closing with Gwendolyn Christie. It takes a real actress to bring his rainbow froths to life, and those two add drama and gravity to his dreamy pastel poufs. Other Sno Cone show ponies include Joan Smalls, Gigi Hadid, and Emily Ratajkowski, whose all-white swish of a dress looks like bubbles from a bath. (You know, like this.)
Hellessy turns Red Riding Hood from a childhood fable into a fashion fantasy with the legendary ‘70s supermodel Pat Cleveland in a scarlet linen dress and sequin siren pants. Sorry, big bad wolves—you’ll never get this many howls.
I wish my insurance covered Victor Glemaud cashmere as much as they do Zoloft. With sun-soaked colors and joyfully fuzzy feels, these coveted knits have the potential to boost happiness levels without a prescription.
Brock Collection’s collection edges right up to Felicity Merriman’s colonial dream dresses. As a rebellious American Girl myself, I swooned. Also, check out these shoes.