Who wouldn’t want to dance in a dress like these? It would make you go clubbing just to be able to wear it. It would make you want to run for the bus even if you were early. Similarly: the five opening looks in soft berry-tone jersey (with the occasional torn-brimmed hat in which a crew soared in jeté leaps), or the fringe-and-net pieces a little later in which the wearers shimmied and twisted and enjoyed the kinetic back-and-forth interaction of the garments and the semicircular fringed bags they clutched. Then there were the parachute pieces, face-covering long cagoules (fine festival wear), popper-split pants in vibrant colors, or full-hemmed dresses that billowed against the air as the wearers twirled. A section of models carved cool arcs around the polished concrete floor on electrically powered skateboards, smiling real smiles and relishing the pop and snap of their double-skirted dresses in the breeze they generated behind them, urethane-born clippers at full sail.
Turning, bouncing, jumping, moving, being: This show convincingly showed clothes as a platform of experiential life enhancement, equipment in which to integrate with the world around you with pleasure. It also felt powerfully uncomplicated. Some of the garments were, well, basic, yet the fluidity of their fabrication made them appear fundamental. As the diversely cast crew of models joined hands in a circle and orbited, or ran and danced their path down the runway in front of us at the end, they seemed exalting and uplifted: There was palpable joy in the room. Courtesy of vogue.com
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