Someone said of Alexander Wang, "Yikes when compared to his last collection, but leaps and bounds better than when he made t-shirts."
I just didn't like it. I don't love velvet, but I also don't love pinstripe bra tops with low slung slacks and bits of black lace, and I hate chenille.
It got off to a great start with grey tweed fitted to the body in jackets and mini skirts and the thigh high socks over massive wedges were great--anything thigh high makes legs look amazing. And the last few dresses were signature Wang, made for his downtown girl. But most of this collection was a bummer, or as Amy Larocca writes, "growing pains," and I still can't get over the chenille.
Meanwhile, it was a joy to see Natalia Vodianova walk a runway--I never have (and she's earned that retirement she never actually took). And the Alex Wang for Linda Farrow sunglasses were a hit.
If the pieces that go into production take the Wall Street goes to Vegas theme a little less seriously, it could be great. Otherwise, we'll pretend this never happened and look forward to next season.