Greetings from NYC, Deacon Fans!
We're racing around the Big Apple this weekend, dashing from the Tents at Bryant Park to the Meatpacking District, through Tribeca and back again to the Upper East, all in search of fashion, (plus some food and fun) in the country's fastest-moving city.
Natch, we're hitting some of the best shows - yesterday's madhouse of a Christian Siriano bash, the hipster-esque Generra show, and today's Adam and Arise Collective presentations, among many others.
Don't ya love it? We've got show reports below, plus a few of the best spots we stopped - and of course, more to come!
Deacon also wants to take the chance to introduce guest contrib Belle, a fashion-forward Great Pyrenees, and her loyal mom, Ms. Kristina Libby, social media whiz and eco beauty magnate extraordinaire. She'll be updating you from time to time about NYC's great happenings. You can also find her DC coverage about the arts and culture over on Ask Miss A.
So, on to the recaps!
Deacon was too busy to attend the Christian Siriano Fashion Show under the tents, so I got to play around there instead. Lucky me. First off, Fashion Week is everything you’d expect: people with attitude, a lot of black and so much eyeliner Duane Reade must have had to stock extra. In this kind of situation, a bright blue dress, a book on Africa and a little bit of kindness can bring you a whole lot of attention. In my case, the very kind attention of a Fashion Week veteran who showed me how to get the better seats and told me all the inside gossip.
So, from my third row seats at the front of the runway, I saw a few things that make even my big fluffy white tale wag. First off, a floor length silk dress with full length sleeves and the slightest train. It evoked all the best nautical affair images and reminds me of a long coveted dress worn by the heroine of the Bond movie where they tumble around the pyramids in Cairo. The movie title? Hardly as important as the dress.
He also stole the show with a huge flouncy, pleated draped and decorated florescent pink ball gown. Puffy with a train, the dress was the best re-make of an 80s prom dress that I have ever seen. Not only that, the model wearing it was amazing. It takes a heart of steel to hold up and wear this dress.
Finally, my least favorite number--- its was stripped and metallic and a suit and oh goodness, I think its been blocked out of my memory. Not every outfit can be perfect, right? I think the show didn’t blow anyone away and there were only one big moment when people gasped and coo-ed. So, on a rating of shows it probably isn’t a ten. Everyone is a cynic in NYC though; for this naïve little fashion week newbie—the show won me over.
We'll be honest - Generra was a bit of a generic bust. The venue, the ultra-hip Hiro Ballroom, an asian fusion resto and bar/club, looked like a great place to enjoy a laid-back dinner before hitting the town. That said, the not-so-packed show debuted its fall looks of rather blah fairaisle-inspired sweaters, floaty skirts and peacoats that honestly looked as if they'd been plucked straight from the discount racks at a bad TJ Maxx. For a line we normally enjoy, this collection is not one that we hope will make a statement in stores come fall.
So after a bit of a catch up (coffee at Guy and Gallard Cafe), we ran back to the flat and readied ourselves for a warm-up on the town. We opted for Upper East's fab Italian joint, Bella Blu, where we enjoyed amazing isotto, a delish Ferreri Cabernet and the conversation of the best service we've had in ages - thank you to Neil, our bartender, for the perfect biscotti and Moscato to cap off the meal.
We then cabbed it to SoHo, where the SoHo Grand was rocking - think sweet DJ sets and NY society at its finest. Calling it an early night (by NY standards) we rolled back in and are headed out now to enjoy brunch and a few stops at Bergdorfs, Bendels and Barneys before hitting the tents once more.
If you've got a stop or a sight we must check - drop us a note on our Blackberry - we'd love you to keep us buzzing all day long!