“I lost my job — they replaced me with a twitter blogger,” a guy in the elevator at Milk Studios is saying on the first day of New York Fashion Week. No, it isn’t Hosni Mubarak — he’s holed up in Sharm El Sheikh, not on his way to the Vena Cava show. There, a gift bag containing condoms in different colors will greet front row guests (the rest of the audience can just practice unsafe sex, I guess) as will a runway with the kind of floppy high-waisted pants and glitter-heavy eyelids and berets — sort of Bonny & Clyde meets the New York Dolls — that was promulgated for better or worse by Marc Jacobs last September.
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Alexander Wang
Altuzarra
Mandy Coon
rag & bone
Vena Cava