What began as the highest of highs yesterday ended with the lowest of lows. My day started with shouting, “I love you!” in Chinese with Victoria Beckham and ended it at the police station after my bag was stolen during the Diane von Furstenberg presentation. Which brings me to question: Who could have done this? I knew many of the attendants, and it was a private event. I had been to the studio many times before and felt quite comfortable leaving my bag on a seat next to one of my team members who was working on his laptop, loading up our fashion week coverage. I didn’t walk far. I was literally two feet away from the bag, but I did take my eyes off it. This happened between 5:30 and 6:15 pm – still daylight! Losing the most gorgeous Ferragamo bag I’ve ever laid eyes on was upsetting, but it’s replaceable, as are the cash and credit cards. What’s not as easily replaceable is my ID. I’ve always advised people to keep their ID in a hotel safe and carry a copy when traveling abroad. It looks like I need to take my own advice and do it even traveling within the U.S.
If the perpetrator gets caught, he or she will be charged with grand larceny and definitely face jail time. I think the most disheartening part about this is that I know most of the guests who were in attendance. Is it be possible one of my peers did this?! Regardless, I’m comforted by the friends who have stepped up with offers to bring me cash, take me to meals, and even give me makeup after hearing what happened. You all know who you are, and I thank you from the bottom of my sad heart. I won’t forget these gestures of kindness. True friends show their true colors in times of stress, and no friend has been truer in the last 24 hours than my dear Bryanboy. Not only did he cancel his Valentine’s Day dinner to take me out, but he insisted I take his credit card (even well-aware of my penchant for Gucci and Hermès – now that’s serious trust!), so I wouldn’t be completely helpless.
I spent most of the night at the police station. For whatever reason, the cops asked my driver to follow us to the station and I was treated to my very first ride in the back of a police car (officially making me the coolest mom ever, according to my 11-year-old!). If you’re reading this post and you stole my bag, please send my ID back to the Diane von Furstenberg studio at 440 West 14th Street. No questions asked. Keep the cash, enjoy the bag, but try not to use the credit cards as they’ve all already been cancelled with a fraud alert. But enough about that. I’m thankful not only to my friends but to my sponsors during NYFW. I’m so lucky I have a car courtesy of Lexus every day, without which I would be walking in the freezing cold! Speaking of freezing, let’s get back to the shows of Day Three.
After Victoria Beckham’s show, I rushed off to Public School, missing the show by a mere minute. From what I saw online, it was a fantastic show from fashion darlings Maxwell Osborne and Dao-Yi Chow. Forget “normal.” They’re reminding us it’s way more fun to stand out, according to your own rules, of course. In tough-girl silhouettes accented with buckles, leather, frayed-edge denim, and utilitarian straps, this is a wardrobe fit for an urban warrior who’s ahead of the curve. The label’s usual cooler-than-thou streetwear comes in plenty of the muted shades of black, white, gray, and army green for which the duo’s become known, but this time around, the palette has been infused with pops of hot pink and bold berry hues. A searing pink trench coat, cut to ankle-grazing lengths? Yes, please. Particularly with those draped motorcycle boots. Pretty much every piece is delivered in oversized proportions that, thanks to keen tailoring, make an impact without threatening to swallow you whole. This much is clear: the Public School girl is strong, boyish, and she knows who she is and doesn’t care if you don’t.
I successfully made it to Derek Lam (thankfully!), and I must admit I love the Fall shows so much more than the Spring collections. There’s only so much one can do with shift dresses and short-sleeve shirts. This season, Derek Lam showed one of his strongest collections ever! What started off in a military-grade proper mood – no complaints about the structured trenches or double-breasted jackets – segued into a sumptuous, ’70s-era mode heavy on delicious furs, some in abstract geometric prints. Copious amounts of reach-out-and-touch-me texture, including mohair bouclé, slick leather, and beaded bedazzlement, along with one semi-sheer tulle gown colorblocked in cream and black fit for a red carpet affair, might very well be the main event. Then again, against all those refined, toggle-topped monochrome looks in off-white and navy, Derek is also having a blast with print and color. He suggests you mix up your checks and plaids with verve, and take your polished dressing with a generous side of fun.
Speaking of fun, no designers so far have been as playful as Diane von Furstenberg. Instead of showing at Spring Studios, she brought it back to her house for the presentation. And by her house, I mean her Meatpacking District headquarters. A whole gang of today’s top models, including Karlie Kloss, Gigi Hadid, Kendall Jenner, and Jourdan Dunn, to name a few, awaited everyone upstairs, and set the mood with boogie-down dance moves. But it was their disco-mama wardrobe that really brought the party to life. Think quintessential DVF in full effect. Breezy, printed dresses; pussy-bow necklines; dangerously high hemlines; cocktail-ready jumpsuits; and flowing scarves all received her powerfully-patterned treatment, while wide-leg leather pants, jaunty hats, mesh knee-high boots, and great splashes of fur added up to a sense of retro exuberance. And the little fur tufts that double as evening shoulder bags? They’re the ideal finishing touches.
Finally, I was so disappointed I missed Prabal Gurung’s show. I spent most of evening at the police station, so all I can say is I’m thankful for technology, since I had to watch the show online. Sitting in a police station until 9 pm is not my idea of a good time, but at least I was able to enjoy his runway late last night, from bed with my laptop and a hot cup of tea. Prabal (pronounced like “Trouble,” as he likes to say) is a bit of a Snob when it comes to quality. He sources materials from the best of the best, and it shows. He does decadence for the modern woman, and this season, his luxe levels are higher than ever. With a distinct focus on rich textures contrasted against delicate silks, he served up instantly desirable pieces like a fox fur-trimmed toggle coat and sheer-paneled skirts (we’re seeing a lot of those this season), accompanied by a recurring theme for him: a dressed-up takes on typical knit textures in Nepalese cashmere. Indeed, he’s especially detail-oriented at the moment. The skinny stripes punctuating decadent fur stoles, strategic series of asymmetric buttons along the partially flowing skirts, a dreamy feather-pattern motif that could very well make for one of the top prints of the season, complemented by actual feather embellishments: With a tactile meeting of shearling and sheerness, Prabal effortlessly offers the illusion of multiple layers and elements. Or is it reality? The craftsmanship of his work is so exacting, for the untrained eye, it might be hard to tell.