One of the happenings of NYFW each season is The Blonds show. Downtown life emerges in all its teased up, injected, tucked glory & emerges by the side of the runway on West 15th Street while photographers clamor for the shots made all too easy by the subjects’ desire to vamp ad infinitum for their anxious lenses. It’s a little glimpse of what was once a nightly occurrence at the emporiums of nightlife below 14th Street that are now only mentions in books or stories of yore. This season was no different. Same scene, more Gray…
The Gray wasn’t limited to the hair (real color that is…) in the audience, but found it’s way onto ever ensemble shown, but in the case of the clothes, it was shiny, polished, Silver. The palette was limited strictly to Silver (sometimes Gray, usually Chrome) & Nude. While the overall effect of such a limited range of color for an entire show made a strong impact, it was the clothing that disappointed. Ironically, the clothing is what we were there to see, not solely a color palette.
What is normally a meticulously created collection of show-stopping look after show-stopping look left a great deal to be desired. What at first appeared striking due to the Sociodrama of the setting (complete with giant Silver lamé Trojan horses guarding the entrance to the runway) & the adrenaline of the moment, upon closer inspection, revealed itself to be merely Nude colored undergarments with Silver fabrics tacked on to create the semblance of draped, Romanesque pieces. Don’t get me wrong, there were some fully “designed” pieces that hinted at he brilliance normally found in the highly thematic collections this duo is prone to showing, but the runway was not nearly as dense with brilliance as normal. The menswear actually looked particularly strong, which in seasons past seemed to be more of an after thought. Not so this season.
As normal, the finale walk was done by none other than Philippe Blond himself, this time in a head to toe Silver jumpsuit encrusted with crystals from tip of boot to neckline & a full 3 foot large Blond Afro that completely erupted to immense proportions when he got to the giant fans in front of the photo risers. Shrieks of approval could be heard over the blasting loud disco soundtrack… the crowd was obviously pleased! Very much so! This designer’s job was done.
Upon locating my photographer & making our way out, I asked her what she thought. Her reply said it all… “Great crowd. I got a lot of pictures!”
-R. Scott French
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Photos: Elvia Gobbo