Due to various circumstances (like an overpowering desire to discuss aspects of the perfect Johnny Weir party), this post is incredibly delayed. And for that, I APOLOGIZE. While I sit here, arrested in my mundane office life, exactly a week ago, I was at Bryant Park enjoying the Tracy Reese Fall 2010 show. My friend, Tiffany Rogers, Assistant Designer to Tracy Reese, invited me to the show. Past Tracy Reese collections have proven that Tracy Reese likes cute and feminine. AND has a certain obsession with florals. Going into the show, I did not know what to expect. I knew that fur and florals were somehow intertwined in her fall collection: both assumptions and intel that I had gathered from Tiffany gchat status (“fur in mouth!”). As I waited for the show to begin (my first fashion week show ever, mind you), I stared at the pretty flowery backdrop, and longed for spring. Which is an inappropriate longing considering I was about to witness a FALL show.
Soon after, however, my lust for warmer days transformed into a crave for crisp fall (and a desire to meet Julia Stiles, who was also at the show, and the teenager in me, of course, flipped out). While still maintaining her dainty aesthetic (my goodness there was a lot of lace), the Fall 2010 show was surprisingly grittier than past Tracy Reese collections.
Leopard prints, suede, and fur seamlessly unite to create a mesmerizing collection.
Oh! And the loopy scarves! How I wish I had one to hide behind!
I WAS NOT JOKING. The above is a close up of the scarf from backstage (taken by Tiffany).
Afterward, we ate a lot of meat at The Breslin (which is PERFECT INSIDE, and I WISH-I-LIVED-IN-NYC-SO-I-COULD-BE-ONE-OF-THE READERS-IN-THE-COFFEE-BAR-LOBBY-OF-THE-ACE-HOTEL), and took tiny naps before the after party at Gold Bar.
…Which, as the name implies, is filled with gold (like gold skulls, as Tiffany is demonstrating above) and wonderfully creepy paintings. Delightful.
