Vera Wang could not have anticipated while designing her beautifully moody spring collection just how poignant its gentle aura would prove.
Wang’s father died early on Thursday with her at his bedside. At one in the morning, she got the call that he was failing, and rushed from her Park Avenue apartment to Southampton just in time. She then returned to the city to present her show. “He waited for me,” she said backstage.
C.C. Wang died knowing that his unspoiled, hard-working daughter is at the top of her game and now a major force in ready-to-wear. After finally signing the Kohl’s deal – through which she will realize her long-standing goal of designing for the masses – Wang sent a dazzling reminder, lest anyone had wondered, that she has no intetnion of relinquishing her post at the upper reaches of fashion’s high-low split.
All their mesmerizing delicacy aside, these clothes screamed highfalutin as Wang delivered both poetic reverie and creative manifesto; while once she merely dabbled in artsy, she now lays claim to a boldly artful aesthetic.
Continuing from resort, she pilfered elements from a dancer’s wardrobe – cozy sweaters, undershirts, warm-up pants, practice dresses – and crossed them with geisha gear in volume, kimono shapes and stiffened fabrics, all in a dreamily subdued palette.
And she beaded, bunched, layered, ruffled and ruched with a lightness seemingly impossible with so much going on. A zippered cashmere cardigan slid off the shoulder over a frothy blush organza dress and chiffon pants; a pair of ceremonial dresses came in layers, the outer kimono hand-painted with dramatic strokes of blue.
Evening saw masterful gowns in crinkled chiffon and washed gold lame worn with the ease of an old robe.
It was all magnificent and poised, as was Wang’s emotional bow.
To view Vera Wang’s full Spring 2007 Collection, click here.