Fashion shows, for a web-based writer, largely involve mulling about on the pre-show runway, looking for someone bold-faced and quotable to interview. This is somewhat of a mutually agreed upon standard between us and the aforementioned bold-faced names — quid pro quo, etc. Except at Ralph Lauren, where, like some invisible and very authoritative hand is guiding them, everyone walks calmly to their seats and waits, tap-tap-tapping away on their smart phones.
It’s calming and almost otherworldly inside, which was the perfect setting for the 1920s, bias-cut, featherfest Lauren gave us today.
The models didn’t so much strut as they did stroll down the runway. Karlie Kloss‘ infamous walk became even more sinuous and seductive, a small smile playing at the corner of her lips.
While some of the details — ’90s platform wedges, opalescent fabrics — didn’t feel quite as fresh as we would have liked, the overall effect of the show was celestial and divine, with glossy pantsuits complementing intricately beaded sheaths and pastel palazzo pants.
Set to a soundtrack of transportingly romantic tunes — one after another, we mentally declared each of them the perfect first dance song — Lauren’s collection was light, shimmery, and, yes, like most others this season, floral. It also felt incredibly nuptial, though the man himself could be forgiven for having matrimony on the brain.
Oh, that we could all wear Ralph on our wedding days.
this is some kind of spaceship or something.