I think I liked Alexander Wang’s fall collection. I say “think” because I don’t really know yet. I only have the fleeting impression I got from viewing the clothes from the very back “row” — that’s in quotes because there were no rows; it was an open, standing-room-only situation because that’s cool and this is a democracy.
In addition to being at a distance (which I didn’t mind, to tell you the truth, since I had a lot more room than those suckers who thought it was better to be crushed but close to the runway) it was really dark in the vacant RKO Hamilton Theater on 146th Street and Broadway, just a hop, skip and a jump from everything else going on during fashion week. So dark, I almost fell on these really shallow steps that were invisible to the non-night-vision-seeing-eye. Remind me to tell you about last season at Wang’s show when I ended up in the emergency room because my coworker was so desperate to get Madonna on WWD’s Instagram Stories that he jumped on a bench, and then he and the bench fell on my foot. It wasn’t broken but it is still a teensy bit swollen five months later.
Anywho, I was far away, it was dark and I also felt obligated to view most of the show through my iPhone’s video function because we need to fuel our digital channels. After I texted all my footage to our digital director, she informed me that video has to be at least 15 seconds long or she can’t post it. Doesn’t that seem like a long video? Fifteen seconds is a lifetime these days. Oh well. Lesson learned the hard way.
Since Wang wasn’t doing interviews, I can’t tell you what he was thinking or what his inspiration was or even really any details about his designs except that they were mostly black and felt like what we fashion folk call “edgy.” I remember thinking a coat with silver metal fringe was nice and a Spandex-type thing with a mesh collar looked good, too. The models did look like the kind of girls you would expect to find at an underground party at a decrepit old theater in Harlem. But what do I know? This was my first party at a decrepit old theater in Harlem, and I wore a sweater and jeans. I’m not cool.
So as I was saying, I was far away, it was dark, I was preoccupied with filming everything for “social,” and on top of that I had to go to the bathroom real bad. But there was no bathroom. You know what’s cool, and I think even most other Millennials would agree? Indoor plumbing.