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.