Chloe Sevigny is maybe the only celebrity-turned-designer that I find to be an actually good designer, and the only one who I believe actually does her own designs. Who else could create something so Sassy and cute and attitude-y and perfect in every way? I want everything from her new collection for Opening Ceremony but will probably end up saving for a pair of those platform cloggy shoes. They will be totally perfect as a gift to myself for entering high school and becoming the pair I wear every single day. Then when I’m old and can’t wear any shoes since I’ll have spent my entire youth in either heels or sole-tearing Doc Martens, I’ll pass my Chloe Sevigny for Opening Ceremony platforms down to one of my grandchildren, then, after reconsideration, threaten them with an embarrassing Bar/Bat Mitzvah toast unless they give them back.
I don’t know why but these looks from Spring 2010 remind me a lot of the The Virgin Suicides (book not movie.) The first two are kind of creepy and innocent and the last is sort of sad and rusty and feels like a reminder of an ideal unfulfilled. Love this book, love these looks…
Christopher Kane, Fendi, Yohji Yamamoto, all via style.com
For seasons, Alexander Wang was considered by some nothing more than a moment, fit merely for cameos on The Cobrasnake. As models strutted out of what looked like a box of triumphant white light, showcasing his Spring 2010 collection, many of the theories pertaining to the latter were quickly proved incorrect.
The entire collection was a mix of the Football Jock — sweatshirt fabric and other sports materials, brown leather tied up with corset strings to resemble a football, football-shaped purses, rugby stripes, big padded shoulders, reworked Letterman jackets and hoodies; with the Preppy Cheerleader — schoolgirl socks with slits up the back, pinstriped details, braided hair for the models, and white polos with a few minor details (like, I don’t know, an entire sleeve) Alex-ified.
Classic American football details and animal print wedges I feel like I should hate but am kind of obsessed with. Also, AVIATOR CAPS!
Knee highs, conservative brown wedges, school uniform polo – shoutouts to the schoolgirl.
There was a hint of the easy, effortless Alexander Wang we’re already familiar with there as well, in form of something that couldn’t look more breezy and brilliantly careless: bedsheets. Quilted shorts, heels and wedges that look like slippers from the front, and coats with yards of striped gray fabric streaming out of the upper back, something I am now dubbing The Morning After Coat (patent pending.) I certainly wouldn’t mind owning this coat to snuggle and pet at night, and I’m sure the rebellious Alexander Wang girl wouldn’t mind running away in it.
Classic Wang cuts
Not putting me to sleep! Quilted shorts and my soon-to-be-copyrighted “Morning After “coat
Of course, the browns, olives, grays, and bedsheet fabrics were glammed up (ew I hate that word okay I’ll use it) in a way only Mr. Wang himself could glam — tinsel tops, animal print shoes, puffed sleeves, lots of leather, the coolest shades ever that highly resemble those in That One Photo Of Kate Moss In Which She Is Screaming And Looking Awesome And Wearing Those Awesome Sunglasses (I googled “kate moss screaming cheetah print jacket sunglasses” to find the picture and all that came up was a suggestion to change “Screaming” to “Screamin.” Bitchin?)
Oooh shiny
The glorious, borderline-tacky (but glorious) shoes. Nice chunky heels (these would so definitely be trashy if the heel was skinny and curvy) and the one on the right is like a better version of McQueen’s — clearly motorcyle jacket-inspired but less costume-y
This season also showed more layering and individual pieces than Wang’s more minimalistic past collections – as an obnoxious clothes horse, I am a fan of the layering – though it is definite that the awesomeness of the collection wasn’t due to just the styling.
(This is where I am a mean critical old grump.) The only problems I had with the collection were a few awkward cuts – around that area, specifically, ho hum – that were just very strange and didn’t seem to reach what I imagine the original ambition with those details was. However, this was the most deconstruction Wang has ever tried his beautiful and very nice to shake (I was lucky to meet him backstage and died, consequently) (!!!!) hand at, and I’m sure it won’t be long until he masters deconstruction, as well.
There were more layers than Wang has done before, but the collection showed more bare human character than previous seasons — this time the clothes were a little less club girl, and while the coolness was still there, it was a bit cheeky and funny and humble, too. While his clothes make a girl look breezy and effortless, there definitely wasn’t little effort from his end this season. Alexander Wang is much more than a moment, and is here to stay.
