Jill Stuart Spring 2012: Candy Colors for Girly Girls

Jill Stuart’s not the go-to for New York’s distinctively sinister look, but if it’s layer cake clothing you’re looking for—you’ve found your match. Continuing with her ‘I’m big in Japan’ cutesy signatures (I’ve been informed by a friend in Tokyo that she’s actually THE rage there), Stuart presented a collection of macaron-colored dresses—chalky pinks, mint greens, and sunshine yellows, accessorized with disheveled doll hair and an irreverence towards downtown’s grim poster girls. A procession of long-sleeved tunic dresses, quilted overcoats, and candy-like dresses marched down the runway to cali youth-quake tunes, all layered into a my-sized Moda Barbie look.
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Jill Stuart’s not the go-to for New York’s distinctively sinister look, but if it’s layer cake clothing you’re looking for—you’ve found your match. Continuing with her ‘I’m big in Japan’ cutesy signatures (I’ve been informed by a friend in Tokyo that she’s actually THE rage there), Stuart presented a collection of macaron-colored dresses—chalky pinks, mint greens, and sunshine yellows, accessorized with disheveled doll hair and an irreverence towards downtown’s grim poster girls. A procession of long-sleeved tunic dresses, quilted overcoats, and candy-like dresses marched down the runway to cali youth-quake tunes, all layered into a my-sized Moda Barbie look.
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Jill Stuart’s not the go-to for New York’s distinctively sinister look, but if it’s layer cake clothing you’re looking for—you’ve found your match. Continuing with her ‘I’m big in Japan’ cutesy signatures (I’ve been informed by a friend in Tokyo that she’s actually THE rage there), Stuart presented a collection of macaron-colored dresses—chalky pinks, mint greens, and sunshine yellows, accessorized with disheveled doll hair and an irreverence towards downtown’s grim poster girls. A procession of long-sleeved tunic dresses, quilted overcoats, and candy-like dresses marched down the runway to cali youth-quake tunes, all layered into a my-sized Moda Barbie look.

A look at yesterday’s front row is the best indication of the Jill Stuart girl—juvenile megawatt, Emma Roberts pranced before adoring cameramen while what seemed like Teen Vogue’s entire staff held court cross the runway—all delightfully feminine and swathed in anything and everything that’s not black. The verdict’s out on the Kardashians’ abounding presence, as I’m quite confident that Stuart’s drop-waist frocks and fluo turtlenecks won’t become a part of their sartorial repertoire anytime soon--those who lack girlish taste need not apply.

**All images: Imaxtree