Well it’s Friday. Fashion Week has wrapped, Chic Geek has returned home, and now it’s time to try to figure out the whirlwind of the past 4 fabulous days. Let’s get started.
At Anna Sui, the designer mixed late 70’s punk and the opulence of revolution-era France. Though these seemed like two polar opposites, Sui found similarities in their rebellion and decadence. What ensued were classic punk-esque pieces done in French brocades, making the pieces unexpectedly wearable. They also left them feeling, well, cute. Not the cute your parents aim for when they put you and your sister in matching onesies, but the kind of cute that men are attracted to and women envy. Ms. Sui, as always, is perfect for the fashionista who creates her own trends rather than follow the status quo. So the next time you’re feeling like a lady-in-waiting at Marie Antoinette’s court—but if court had a playlist including The Sex Pistols and Siouxsie and the Banshees—visit Peacock Boutique on Frankfort Ave.
Sometimes girls just wanna have fun. If Cyndi Lauper is preaching to the chic choir, look no further than Milly. This label, sold at Clodhoppers, is a twenty-something’s haven for going out cocktail dresses, business-esque separates that you can get away with now, and the touch of whimsy that feels youthful and free-spirited. The collection didn’t feature a single evening gown, and the Milly girl doesn’t need one. She spends her days shopping and doing lunch and her nights dining at the it-spot, not once looking anything else than fabulous.
And because Milly won’t get you the evening dress you need, visit Glasscock Boutique for Zac Posen. This celebrity darling, (really everyone loves him—he’s just adorable) has perfected the art of red carpet and evening gowns, and his vintage-inspired collection kept true to that. We loved the silhouettes that played with peplums and exaggerated focus on the hips, like this jumpsuit with a fabulous peplum, and a navy gown with a perfect little bow to seal off the present. It seemed as though Mr. Posen was attempting a classic Dior revival, but instinctively American, and distinctively Zac.
Found at Rodes for Her, Tory Burch somehow manages to outfit every aspect of a fun, sophisticated woman and does so in a way that’s unstuffy and casual enough for a chic every day. For spring, Burch followed the journey of a Middle America farm girl to her exotic journey to Morocco. We saw fabulous separates with grains of wheat prints (no word on if purchasing a dress counts as consuming a carb or not), to some bright tribal prints and finally some fabulous summer dresses with Moroccan–inspired stitching. The diverse influences can be contributed to wanderlust’s daydreams, leaving you to explore the world (of fashion) right from the dressing room.
For the ultimate in American luxe sportswear, we turn to Michael Kors. Mr. Kors’ spring collection brought so much sunshine and optimism that getting through the long, dreary winter should be a breeze. The palette consisted of bright colors and a fun take on the rugby stripe, feeling chicly Americana. The Michael Kors woman could have easily been the most fashionable woman in the room in the 1960’s as she is today. We loved Mr. Kors’ take on the cutout trend, including a red and green rugby stripe bathing suit (why not have Christmas in July?) and his fabulous black evening dresses that closed out the show. Also citing a geometric take on stripes, he did a magnificent job playing with stripe composition, mixing width, textures, and directions to create a print that’s more fun and at the same time just as classic.
Now that Louisville is equipped with knowledge to live as fashionably as possible for Spring/Summer 2013, Chic Geek's takeaway is that there is no crying in Fashion Week (unless you break your favorite stiletto). Chic Geek conquered FW, but as with every soldier in battle, we came back with some war wounds. Here's a breakdown of our survival kit: 14 packages of Band-Aids: $25. Cheap rooftop wine: $15 a glass. Eek! My two creative assistants experiencing fashion week for the first time: priceless. Thank you to all of the TSA people that let us get by with 53lbs of luggage instead of the regulated 50lbs. And to the guard who took my can of b Proud Holding Spray (courtesy of Hair by Bennie & Friends) at La Guardia's security check point, you're officially at the top of Chic Geek's shit list. If anything we wouldn't have tried to mace the cabin, we simply want to improve the hairstyle of the stewardess. Consider it a public service.
Most photos courtesy of Style.com