Carrie Dragshaw, a drag queen who channels our favorite Sex in the City heroine (or is also known as Dan Clay IRL) did the rounds of New York Fashion Week for the first time and it was a dream come true. Just like Ms Bradshaw tapped out her clever musings on her laptop, Lady Dragshaw gave us her inside look at the week. Herewith below:
When most people talk about seasons, they talk about the weather. In New York, it’s all about the fashion. Winter is Fall and Fall is next year. Spring is Cruise and Summer is Couture. And what’s hot changes faster than the temperature. One week it’s pastels at Pastis. The next it’s Balenciaga at Balzac. This New York Fashion Week, it’s all about Raf at Calvin, Wang in Harlem, Tommy in L.A., Proenza to Paris, politics at Prabal, Oscar & Monse, see-now-buy-now, street style, and fabulous after parties.
As I started my first fashion week, I couldn’t help but wonder: What is fashion for? If even from the front row, fashion sometimes takes a backseat—to socializing and social media—then does a dress really matter? Is fashion just a pretty excuse to throw a party? And, like most fabulous parties, are the only people who want to go the ones who weren’t invited?
Still I was delighted to finally have my invitation. As I looked up at the downtown crowd, I started thinking about dreams. Mine, and everyone’s. When you walk into a fashion show, it’s like floating into another person’s dream. A vision of what the designer wishes the world could be: more elegant, more rebellious, more loving, or simply with a better soundtrack. And when the clothes pass by, the world stops. Fantasies spin, instead. Maybe the right dress is like a dream: a vision of who you could be, if you stopped second-guessing yourself. Why wish upon a star when you can slip into a dress?
So let’s take a look. At Oscar de la Renta: A dress like a field of poppies for a woman who’s powerful enough to make an entrance, but with an easy elegance for a woman who’s never too nervous to flirt. At Jason Wu: A boxy suit for the confident career woman and a drapey dress for socializing after hours. Spontaneous and smooth. At Diane von Furstenburg: mismatched fabrics for the ebullient misfit. At Creatures of the Wind: high-waisted khakis for the first one in the office and a fur-dripped dress for the last one to leave the dance floor.
In Prabal Gurung’s see-through crystals, you could be the seductress who’s impossible to seduce. Carolina Herrerra can teach you “perfect princess” and Alexander Wang can teach you “hangover-chic.” Victoria Beckham’s work-ready power suit and Gypsy Sport’s not-safe-for-work bustier both say, in their own way: I’m not the girl you want to mess with. And finally, you could simply feel free and fluid in Calvin or just fascinating in Monse.
Whoever you want to be, clothes can help. They can express a mood or help you cover one up. They can announce to the world: Here I am! (or whisper to a guy: Watch This).
So maybe fashion isn’t about parties and posts, but about turning fantasy into reality. Because in the right outfit, you can be anything. Most importantly: Yourself.