Most of the beauty looks this season were minimal, natural, and quite pretty and wearable (well, except the wet mullets). But those aren’t fun to look at, are they? No, we don’t think so either.
So please click through to see the 10 looks that we never hope to see on someone in the subway at three in the afternoon but that we loved seeing on the runways.
The latest shows are up on our lovely fashion week page! Among them are Adam‘s High Line-inspired candy-colored confections, Jill Stuart‘s ladylike wares and Doo.Ri‘s silky separates with pajama vibes. It’s all here.
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.
There weren’t any show notes on the seats at Jill Stuart’s show, but my take is that she was feeling “forest nymph.” From the owl and fox prints to the flashes of persimmon everywhere, the whole thing had a very autumn-in-a-magic-forest vibe.
The animal prints gave way to faux fur on vests and skirts that I can only classify as a Bambi print—it looked quite fawnish. Skins were big news, and she did a fabulous drop-waist dress made of leather and suede.
Season after season, Jill Stuart peppers her front row with press-garnering celebs. While it’s usually a smart move, at Saturday’s show, Stuart’s grocery list of reality stars vied for attention not just with each other, but also with her clothes.
Not so discreet hand-holding (Kourtney Kardashian & Scott Disick) and even less discreet in-seat dancing (Brad Goreski–but hey, the man’s got moves) piqued photographer’s interest even after the lights went down, turning some cameras away from Stuart’s clothes and instead towards the people who court them.
But unlike the celebs, the clothes showed restraint, and at times even austerity. (High-waisted, knee-skimming shorts come to mind, as does a clean navy cape that seemed more Jil Sander than Jill Stuart).
