New York Fashion Week: Fall 2010
If you didn't recognize her famous last name, you would still know why she is a fashion designer. She's been at it since 2000. Charlotte Ronson knows her target crowd and has a signature style that is both recognizable and affordable. Staying in the contemporary market when her fame and talent could launch her into a luxury only line is only what makes her more admirable.
This past year she launched I heart Ronson for JC Penney and the cool kids rejoiced.
Colors
Bright blues, bunt orange, black, white and one pop of hot pink.
Loved Looks
It is Fall fashion week so of course there will be coats. The camel coat's stand up collar had a heart shape in the back. Her floral, flowing mini dress is 70's hippie chick with a dash of tough. The silks, lace and velvet fabrics gave an extra flavor to everyday, wearable pieces. Last, who can resist suede over-the -knee boots: comfortable and sexy.
Photos:Imaxtree via New York Magazine.com. Click to see entire collection
Unloved Looks
There's an epidemic out there. Please, we need your help. Celebrities and young girls everywhere do not have bottoms to wear. They have see -through skirts, tights, underwear and even high boots to cover up as much as they can, but still, they are left with out pants. Just one skirt or one pair of shorts can help. If you call now to sponsor a young lady and we will send you a picture of them wearing bottoms thanks to your generous donation. Stop this tragic, unfortunate affliction from continuing.
Music
There is no doubt that Charlotte Ronson is a music lover. As the tents filled, old funk and disco, including the Bee Gees played. When the show started, the soundtrack seemed to include her entire collection of classic rock (which I rather enjoyed as an alternative to dance mixes). Paul Simon, The Doobie Brothers, Carly Simon mixed into Life in the Fast Lane, Led Zeppelin, and Heart.
People and Scene
The usual fashion celebs were there: Ally Hilfiger, reality show star Whitney Port, Solange Knowles. But, the strangest appearance so far occurred here. Matt Dillon was sitting front row. Its especially odd to me since I met him once a few years back though mutual friends. He seemed mild-mannered and not at all the type of guy who would want to attend a fashion show. Maybe he was friends with the designer? Perhaps shopping for a new girl friend? Who knows.
Speaking of mild-mannered, which I usually am, waiting in line for this show had me ready to throw down. The tents were madhouse of people shoving, pushing and calling out their supposed affiliations in attempts to get through security. One guy kept badgering security saying he was from The Today Show. He sneaked past, got thrown out, then appeared at the beginning of the line again. The security guy was once again staring at his desperate, "Today Show" correspondent face. Finally. the bouncer said "Dude, look, you gotta get out of here! Don't make me call other people over here!"
As the 15 minute wait went on, a drunk guy and his girlfriend shoved up behind me. They kept saying out loud "Gawd, I cant believe how hard it is to get in a fashion show!" Apparently not hard enough. The guy slapped me in the back. I turned, gave him a look. A few minutes later he shoved me and grabbed the back of my coat. I asked him to stop politely. When security finally started letting people in, he launched into me, knocking over the girl beside me. Then he proceeded to grab my coat again as he tried to plow through the bungee rope. That's when I told him I was going to elbow him in the throat if he touched me again. I should add that I just broke my digital camera screen by catching it with the corner of my razor sharp elbow, or "elbow of doom" as my boyfriend calls it.
Once inside it was funk-a-delic and smooth, I sat patiently and waited for the show.
To Gift or Not To Gift
There were some Zone Perfect Indulgence bars. I ate all four of them when I got home, which I don't think is the actual intention of meal replacement bars. I was hungry. Hard Candy dropped some eyeliner, mascara and-what-Silver Glitter in the bag. It got all over my black coat when I took it out. Please don't tell me glitter is back. I gave a hot pink OPI nail polish to the girl in the seat next to me since someone stole her bag. Tresemme provided mousse and "dry shampoo" (which I would surely need after the ten cigarettes I would be smoking after I got the hell out of there) And a coupon for a free "lady parts" wax.
