When I'm sitting at a show, especially after 30 straight days of fashion shows, I get so distracted by a particular person that I forget to watch the clothes.
Yesterday, at Richard Nicoll's Cerruti debut, the venue was barely filled. Not because the industry isn't interested in what he does with the Italian house, but because the show was so out of the way and the poor thing got sandwiched between Hermes and Miu Miu on the last day of fashion month.
Anyway, Hamish Bowles and Sarah Mower were directly across the aisle. Hamish has the same notebook as I--from a small shop in Cairo--and every time Sarah Mower scrunched her forehead or scribbled in her notebook I jerked my head to get a closer look. What was she seeing? What was she thinking? Was she writing her review on her Blackberry right there?
As far as I could see, the clothes were impressive. I know little about Cerruti other than that Narciso Rodriguez used to design for the brand and Mr. Cerruti's still alive. I love Richard Nicoll's eponymous collection and think he has the potential to make an old name relevant again. Yesterday's collection was grownup and expensive looking, but still creative, a combination I imagine an the label will be pleased with.