I Am Still Shaking

Today was a rather major day for yours truly. I attended Alexander Wang’s fashion show, and before you get some sort of impression that I am well connected, I will tell you that the only reason I got into the show is because my dad manages the building it was held in (Pier 94). I stood, but that’s still beyond marvelous because I was there!

As I don’t have anything from Alexander Wang and it was doubtful anyone would care, I decided to go for a textural bonanza. The peacock feather headband was bought off the street in New York, I spent all my money on that faux- fur jacket from Anthropologie last week, the top is DKNY, I made the shorts, the shoes are Kenzie, and the crocodile bag is vintage.

We saw Andrew from Kell on Earth, the Bravo show about the fashion PR agency. You watched it. At first we (being my mother and I) weren’t sure it was he, but then we saw the hardware bracelets and I knew it was. He is so fabulously Goth and extremely tall. I took this photo from the back (creeper style) before I was sure he was opposed to talking to the common folk. Then I got this picture with him and my mom. He actually is surprisingly nice.

Before the show I also met Alexander Wang’s brother and the CFO of this company. Dennis. He was really polite but I couldn’t talk around him because when I’m nervous I do that, but I did shake his hand.

The show was something. I could see fairly well behind the short people that he is back to deconstruction, there were a lot of cut outs in loose white canvas dresses and pants. Bits of it reminded me of carpenter's clothes, which was helped along by the worker-esqe boots and the 'paint splatter' on both the clothes and in the hair. There were also metallics, and a few sweaters/jackets that made me very pleased. It was far happier than I thought it would be.

I didn't take proper pictures because of my view but here are the ones from the interweb.

I also just about peed myself when I saw that, directly in front of me (in the front row), was The Andre Leon Talley and Grace Coddington. Andre is so much more fabulous in person, and bigger. I swear he was over seven feet tall. Grace has this elegance to her that you can just feel, even fifteen feet away. I got these stalker shots from the back, and then my mother chased Mr. Talley, telling him that he looked gorgeous, and got this picture. I love it.

And then. The unthinkable happened. (If that was unthinkable enough for you) Just as we were walking back from the show, whom did we see but Bradley. FROM THE RACHEAL ZOE PROJECT!!!!! ARE YOU KIDDING ME, WORLD???? I just about died, right there. He was so so so nice to us. I, of course geeked out and couldn’t speak, except to tell him my name after I remembered, but we took this. He is so gorgeous I cannot even BEGIN to tell you.

And then, like in a movie (I keep replaying it in my head) THE RACHEL ZOE and RODGER walked up and were like “Yeah Brad, you’re so gorgeous,” because I think my mother said that to him, but I’d temporarily lost my hearing, so I’m not sure. She was wearing a baggy, navy blue jumpsuit and berry lipstick (which I died for). I wanted to stop them to get a picture too, but I’d also lost the ability to speak.

It was very euphoric, actually being there, so much more than watching it online, I felt like I was in a bit of a daze afterwards. Perhaps I was high off fashion.

Alexander Wang Resort Wear

I am ridiculously behind the times and it's aggravating. My computer was... um... taken away, so I haven't had the time to do any of this here blogging! Annnnd, to add insult to injury, resort wear has come out-- and I've BARELY had a chance to look at it! The injustice is seething inside me! And so I must bring it into overdrive to catch up.

You may or may not be aware of my intense love for Alexander Wang. Well, now you are, at least. It is actually more of a nerd-like obsession (similar to those who are addicted to Justin Beiber, althoughI like to think my obsession is a bit more healthy) that began last September at his show, where I was so shocked to be so close to such brilliance that I just about lost my marbles. I could've said something, but I temporarily lost speech. Ever since, I've had photos of him and his collection up in my locker. Be very disturbed.

Ah, the minimalism. Awkward fitting sweaters, leather shorts, socks with sandals. How very perfect.

Structured blazers have a soft spot in my heart. To pair them with long johns takes a certain kind of bravery, and I fully respect whoever has the courage to do so. In addition, I really love how he has stayed true to his ascetic with the bag.

I so admire how he can turn the reputation of sandals with socks (hairy men on the beach with beer bellies, anyone?) into something chic and desirable.

YES

Pants nipped at the ankle are God's gift to the world. Maybe that was a tad dramatic, but I will stand by it.

I have far more to say in the matter of Resort Wear 2011...so I will be posting again-- tomorrow. That's a promise.