There were sweeties involved with the Honor. Not that I’m complaining. Designer Giovanna Randall, one our Fashionista 15, sent out a box of scrumptious macaroons with her invitation. When we left her beautiful presentation yesterday, we were waved goodbye with a Nars lipstick and a small–but dense–coconut and cream cake, covered in pale blue fondant with the word “Honor” stamped in gold.
In between? Plenty of lovely canapes–from mini fish cakes to Poblano quesadilla bites–which tempered the sugar.
Oh, and there were clothes, too. Lots of them. And they were achingly feminine, enchanting–from another time…almost. Randall skipped out on medical school to design, so her first collection is an amalgamation of everything she’s been wanting for the last few years but wasn’t able to express.
There were crepe de Chine suits, a gorgeous lipstick red trench coat, an ombré satin column dress with the perfect oval opening in the back. And turbans. Several. As well as some unbelievable printed textiles that Randall sourced in Switzerland–the tulip dress she did in floral fabric was a favorite. As was the grey cropped blazer and slacks–which she loves to call her Working Girl suit. Oh–and let’s not forget about the big, decadent bows, strapped on by harnesses, and almost Lacroix-esque in their volume.
Randall’s pieces don’t come cheap–she produces everything here in New York City–but the quality is difficult to surpass. Clearly I’ve been charmed, and urge any and all with money to burn to place a personal order with Randall asap. Get it before the buyers scoop it all up.