Yesterday was uneventful as far as Manzies go. The women’s collections are in full bloom. Alexander Wang, Jason Wu, Charlotte Ronson, William Rast, Rag and Bone, these are the collections with all the heat. That said, there was little if anything interesting going on in menswear. And when I say uninteresting, I don’t lie. I am still trying to figure out why Lacoste does a fashion show. I’d imagine their retailers would buy that in the showroom, and clearly, if they were in the 21st century, with a basic collection like that, they could handle their seasonal order and reorder business from the internet. Looking through the images from the show, I’d sure hate to be the one sitting front row being caught on camera snoozing. Yes, editors of magazines in which Lacoste advertises have to go and pay a little lip service..but isn’t that the part of the business that we all have come to realize is nonsense? Must we not shave off nonsense when possible in these leaner times? What do I know? In addition to Lacoste, there was Shipley and Halmos, a collection that I am wondering why a buyer, who already has enough of the exact same options as shown, would be moved to add them as a resource. Again, what do I know? I am not a buyer. And finally, Richard Chai did his darndest to make the “man culotte” the must-have item for Spring ’10. Read my lips, “No new culottes”.
oy. i saw not one but two men last week in a blazer/shirt/tie/shorts/dress shoes (sans socks) ensemble. on bicycles, no less. both had slightly truncated leather shoulder bags as well. just a hair too small. maybe it was the same guy twice. each (or he) looked idiotic.
EVERY TIME I READ ANY PUBLICATION BEMOANING THE SAD STATE OF FASHION SALES IN GENERAL, ALL NEED DO IS TURN TO YOUR COLUMN AND WE KNOW WHY, OH, ABE, YE SPEAKER OF GREAT TRUTH AND DISCERNING. HOW MUCH PURE UNADULTRATED SHIT CAN FIND, CLEVER, AMUSING, INTELLECTUAL, OVER THE EDGE, PUSHING THE FUCKING ZIPPER AS ADJECTIVES FOR HORRIBLE, UGLY, BASICALLY UNWEARABLE ON MOST OF THE KNOW WORLD, AND YET, VERY EXPENSIVE, RUBBISH. I SAW A BROWNE ADVOCATE AND A HOMELESS MAN JUST YESTERDAY, NOT A LOT BUT DOLLARS TO TELL THEM APART. I HAVE LAUGHED AND WONDERED AT THIS HANDSOME BUT OBVIOUSLY DERANGED MAN IN THE WEST VILLAGE FOR YEARS. MY FRIENDS AND I HAVE DISCUSSED SIGHTINGS OF SAID MAN(WE CALL HIM HIGH WATER BRITCHES) COMPARING NOTES AND JUST WAITING FOR HIM TO BECOME A SERIAL FASHION KILLER OR BE COMMITTMENT TO A STATE INSTITUTE FOR THE MENTALLY AND FASHION DANGEROUS. LITTLE DID WE KNOW, OR EVEN DREAM, THAT EDITORS AND FASHION HACKS, DESIGN STUDENTS AND THOSE THAT WANT TO LOOK LIKE THEM, WOULD RAVE AND RANT AND EVEN PROCLAIM HIM THE NEW GOD OF FASHION————HOW ABOUT GOD OF MIRTH————HE MUST BE LAUGHING HIS ASS OFF EVERY TIME HE MAKES A DEPOSIT. TIM BLANK, YOU HAVE BROKEN MY HEART BY GIVING IN TO THE HYPE AS YOU WERE ALWAYS A FAVE———–AND I DON'T HAVE MANY OF THOSE!—————AND ABE. GIVE ME A SHOUT,ABE, AND WE CAN EXCHANGE BOLO TIES AND DOTTED SWISS PINAFOURS