It was difficult to find a September issue of a fashion magazine without a page or two devoted to Antonio Lopez, whose fashion illustrations and photographs from the Seventies were celebrated in a recent Rizzoli book. Jason Wu, too, was drawn to Lopez’s colorful brand of retro fab, using it to infuse his pre-fall collection with good-time glamour fit for the latter-day Jerry Halls and Grace Joneses of the world, but with Wu’s ladylike touch.
He also “wanted to continue the sexier mood that I started in spring.” Multicolored panels of paper-thin eel skin were painstakingly darted into a curvy halter dress, a leather and jersey T-shirt and a matching jacket and skirt. That level of production muscle and luxury was echoed in a quilted leather and chevron mink coats (both the mink and the eel-skin styles could be worn with matching bags).
Wu escalated the sizzle for his party girls, whose options included a halter dress with pink floral beading, and a slinky sheer tulle gown embroidered with chevron waves of gold bugle beads.
Ho hum, but agree with HeatherAnne on the gown. It's the only notable piece.
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Fashion: Don’t you recognize me? Death: You should know that I don’t see very well and I can’t wear glasses. Fashion: I’m Fashion, your sister. Death: My sister? Fashion: Yes. You and I together keep undoing and changing things down here on earth although you go about it in one way and I another. Giacomo Leopardi, “Dialogue Between Fashion and Death.”abridged
WTF is this? Those first 2 looks make me wanna slap somebody, & not in a good way. That striped leather dress screams Proenza-wannabe, & that gown is just . Sequins & mesh? Oh my God.
Sometimes I feel like pre-fall and resort collections give designers an excuse to throw together a collection that lacks coherency and precision. I don't know what this is. It's not the worst collection ever, but it's the definition of lackluster.