Stella McCartney Spring 2012: Secret Garden Party

The fashion crowd got transported outside of New York for a sec at yesterday evening's Stella McCartney Spring 2012 "presentation." I put the word "presentation" in quotes because it was really a party, held in the idyllic Garden of St. Luke in the Fields in the West Village. Once I got past the paparazzi (seriously) and walked down the little cobblestone path into the charming walled park, it felt like I had left the city and entered the secret garden. On my way to the party, I found a couple of guys playing music (they are probably some really hip band I don't know about), followed by a small clearing with a selection beautiful accessories arranged on shabby wooden benches so casually that I am actually surprised nothing got stolen (those shoes were beyond amazing and I'm pretty sure no one was looking after them).
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The fashion crowd got transported outside of New York for a sec at yesterday evening's Stella McCartney Spring 2012 "presentation." I put the word "presentation" in quotes because it was really a party, held in the idyllic Garden of St. Luke in the Fields in the West Village. Once I got past the paparazzi (seriously) and walked down the little cobblestone path into the charming walled park, it felt like I had left the city and entered the secret garden. On my way to the party, I found a couple of guys playing music (they are probably some really hip band I don't know about), followed by a small clearing with a selection beautiful accessories arranged on shabby wooden benches so casually that I am actually surprised nothing got stolen (those shoes were beyond amazing and I'm pretty sure no one was looking after them).
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The fashion crowd got transported outside of New York for a sec at yesterday evening's Stella McCartney Spring 2012 "presentation." I put the word "presentation" in quotes because it was really a party, held in the idyllic Garden of St. Luke in the Fields in the West Village. Once I got past the paparazzi (seriously) and walked down the little cobblestone path into the charming walled park, it felt like I had left the city and entered the secret garden. On my way to the party, I found a couple of guys playing music (they are probably some really hip band I don't know about), followed by a small clearing with a selection beautiful accessories arranged on shabby wooden benches so casually that I am actually surprised nothing got stolen (those shoes were beyond amazing and I'm pretty sure no one was looking after them).

Anyways, down the next path were balloons, picnic tables, ping pong tables, croquet sets, various unhealthy desserts, a pretzel cart and even a piñata (which a deceivingly willowy model somehow demolished in one swing). Models like Hanne Gabby Odiele and Tati Cotliar, dressed adorably in the collection, roamed the charming soiree behaving more like guests than clothes hangers, but did thankfully stop for photographs in between trips to the shaved ice cart. There were even little kids running around--I have no idea whose kids they were, but they looked adorable (several were clothed in McCartney's childrens line) and were having just as much fun as the adults (if not more) playing ping pong, blowing bubbles and eating lollipops. It felt like a chic but low-key and perhaps slightly medieval wedding reception for close friends and family--well, if your close friends happen to include major celebs like Liv Tyler, Estelle, Naomi Watts and Bono, who were all crowded around the designer, singing their praises and catching up.

Those praises were well-deserved. Not surprisingly, every look was perfect and unmistakably Stella. There was polished yet relaxed suiting in solids, houndstooth and stripes in a palette of neutrals, peach and blue. Then, there were the less subtle springy shorts and skirts in bright stripes and tropical prints. The silhouettes were boxy, classic and streamlined, complimented by a small range of beautiful, girly formal dresses adorned with bows. And then there were the shoes, which I almost can't even talk about they were so, so good. Lucite heels, satin bows, candy colors--I died for all of it. Click through for images.

**All photos by Getty