NYFW SS26 RECAP

Do I work there?… yes! Can I be objective…also yes!

What I love about to evolving world of fashion is that what constitutes a runway show has changed drastically.

A fashion show is like music or art; if I say it is, then it is. If there is a curated intention put toward a collection of garments showcased in some manner, you’ve got yourself a fashion show. What I love about a vintage fashion show, that is a fashion show that is composed of all vintage sourced garments, is that you’re starting with an existing story. These clothes have said something; they might’ve been on a runway before.

They were showcased in a past life, so to speak. A runway show that features existing clothing must lean on styling, casting, location, and storytelling. It’s like buying a book and writing a new story with only the words already on the page. What was so fun about this show was the fact that it really did feel new. It felt fresh; it lived in the same world as new Versace, new Celine, and Prada.

It was an episodic film about everyday life in the 80s. It was a frazzled eccentric late to an appointment, a dazed father waking up, a corporate stooge in a rush, a runaway bride.

It was poking fun at itself; it was serious in a not-so-serious way. It didn’t condescend, it invited you in. It made me want to go home and rework something, re-fashion a piece, style it in a way that makes me giggle. It reminded me of why I love clothes: they’re what you make of them. No two people will wear something the same way, and that’s what keeps fashion so exciting. It was an invitation to go out and find something to make your own. Dig through a bin, raid a closet, find something that’s lived a life, and let it live another with you.