New York Fashion Week: Fall 2010
Launched almost ten years ago, Rachel Comey started out designing menswear only. I'm glad she decided to venture into women's wear. Comey is not a household name as of yet, but has a loyal indie following due to her off-beat original designs and trendsetting well-made shoes.
This collection was a vibe of Annie Hall meets Faye Dunnaway in Network with a dash of Hells Angels, but if they were seen through the eyes of a tripping hippie. I don't mean that in a bad way. It was imaginative, fun and original.
Colors
Oranges, blues, forest greens, browns and blacks
Looks Loved
I don't know if the shoes were a combination of a leather "sock" or if the leather was fitted to look as such and connected to the shoes, but retail buyers take note, I want them so place an order now! I also loved the printed jeans, but would leave them to an editorial shoot or a much more adventurous dresser. I have a thing for mixed mis-matched patterns together and Comey does this well.
Photos: The Envy- To see the entire collection, click here
Unloved Looks
The swirled, multi-colored velvet pattern skirt read 50 something year old bohemian art professor to me. Even the extraordinarily tall, young models had a hard time pulling off these looks.
Music
Hex Message, a live band played in the center of what looked like an unfinished loft space. In the beginning their experimental instrumental chiming and drumming was charming. By the end of the show, the gradual crescendo of piercing keyboards and guitar shrieks were distracting. It was like when someone trips a car alarm outside your bedroom window. At first you think, meh. Then as it goes on and on you contemplate chucking the closest thing in your reach at it.
People and Scene
The show was held in an art building, on a floor that was not built out completely, which was great in terms of spaciousness. I set my bag down, only to notice it was covered in white dust. The Hex Message rocked out in the center of the room.
While there was enough footage for the models to walk the entire room, there was an odd three bench only seating. If you got there late, you stood. If you got there early, like I did, you planted your butt on a bench. Jealous? Oh you know you are! Really though, the venue was so large anyone who was anywhere in the room should've been able to see all the looks with ease.
There were some complainers. One editor complained "This is sooo stupid? Why did they do this? Im going to make them give me a seat." I didn't mind at all though. I was so close to the clothes that I could see all the fabrics and details.
To Gift or Not to Gift
There were no swag bags here, though I was hoping for a lint roller to clean off my bag.
