Anyone who is anyone that reads I Mean…What?!? knows my opinion on the fashion phenomenon called World Fashion Week. New to town? Let me explain. Just about every city on Earth except Peoria, Illinois, ‘has been’ hosting their version of a Fashion Week. Sure, we all are obsessed with New York, Paris, Milan and London…Tokyo even. But this year, there seems to be an epidemic of Fashion Weeks spreading like the H1Ni Virus. I have reported on Los Angeles Fashion Week, Madrid Fashion Week, Lakme Fashion Week, New Zealand Fashion Week, Pakistan Fashion Week, Arabia Fashion Week, Dubai Fashion Week, Abu Dhabi Fashion Week and wait, we even have Couture Fashion Week, which I dubbed Tranny Fashion Week. Are you kidding or are you kidding? Now, not to be outdone, the United States’ (new) fashion Mecca, Aspen is setting up it’s version of Aspen Fashion Week, sponsored by W Magazine. Oy, poor W. I just received my new issue, which is anorexic-ally thinner than the West Elm Catalog. Now, I loves me my W Magazine, always have. But this skinny issue is sad and that W is hosting Aspen Bla Bla is even sadder. And the text on the Save the Date is the saddest…”Featuring Slope Side Runway Events, Fashionable Soirees, Boutique Presentations and Film Screenings.” I’m running.
Look, I get it. Aspen is money-ed and they boast a fierce après-ski lifestyle like that of Gstaad-ish. So, by all means go, have a series of cool events there. Ski your hearts out by day and drink hot toddies by the fireplace at night. Groovy. Let me guess, are you planning to trounce out that Thom Browne Moncler Collection again? Or have you convinced Pharrell Williams to host an event where his possee will be sporting those bullet-proof looking vests? Do whatever, just don’t call it Aspen Fashion Week. Unless you are showing brand new collections and trumping some of the Paris Fashion Week Fall ’10 Collections. Can’t you see it now? Giorgio Armani, Karl Lagerfeld and Donna Karan opting out of their home cities to show in the heat-seeking media glare of Aspen. Hey…stranger things have happened. Like Gwyneth Paltrow sitting front row at Madrid Fashion Week. But what do I know?
and to add to the commentary on Gwyneth… notice she is looking in a different direction, the girl next to her is looking at her? the other is spacing out, the one behind busting, and the only one looking is the man. ahhh… what would we do without the men in suits in 2nd row at the shows… must have been a good plunging look du jour… we don't really dress for ourselves do we. Is that why Italian wives wear so many BLING outfits, just to keep the wandering Italian husbands looking at them?