Taking a break from writing was probably one of the best things I could have done. Rather controversially, I had fallen out of love with the notion of setting aside 80% of my free time to sit at a desk and give my (sometimes unwanted) opinion on the latest designer offering.
It’s the routine of fashion which, inevitably, dragged me back in. Fashion week is something I usually plan for, something I move my work schedule around for and arrange blog posts and designer profiles I genuinely look forward to writing. In August, I leave desperate voice mails at the local WHSmiths – in hopes that they will set aside my annual edition of American Vogue (September edition, obviously) and in October, I recover from writing 55 blog posts during fashion season. Major overreaction on my part, but you know what I mean.
Earlier this year, I was offered my dream job, as a publicist. This is something I’d been working towards since graduating from Coventry University in 2010. Blogging was something I did to fill my portfolio while I attempted the painstaking process of getting out of retail and for a healthy outlet for my rather unhealthy obsession with reading fashion magazines and shopping. Naturally, once I was finally offered my dream job, I decided to treat myself to a couple of months off.
A couple of months turned into six and all I have to show for it is a rather dusty desk (the desk I was once so proud of), a stack of unread fashion magazines and an Instagram feed full of night out selfies. It’s more than a little tragic. So, last month, I decided to make my yearly call to WHSmiths and, for the first time in ages, I paid attention to New York Fashion Week.
Which brings me to my next point…
That Marchesa show.
So, not a girly girl in the true sense of the word – but I can appreciate a tulle ruffle and a satin bow as much as the next person.
Women of New York, unlike the androgynous cool of London or the minimalist feel of Paris, display femininity so well. They effortlessly place colour together (something which I’ve never felt particularly comfortable with) and they are unapologetically brave with fashion. Keren Craig and Georgina Chapman, co-founders and creative directors of Marchesa, have evidently gone by ‘if it ain’t broke mentality’, which is surprisingly refreshing from this American design powerhouse. With awards season upon us, I’m sure their phones have been ringing off the hook since Wednesday afternoon’s show.
The inspiration behind the collection was film ‘Farewell My Concubine’ and Chinese cultural elements; with floral crowns and soft, berry tones used for styling. The most impressive part of the show was, quite refreshingly, the backdrop of the runway – phenomenal in its simplicity and respect for the grandeur of the designs. Not a millennial pink mountain or motorbike in sight.
Romanticism and drama at its best and, for those fortunate enough to attend black tie events, you could do a lot worse than dropping a few thousand on one of these stunning pieces. The most impressive aspect of the collection, from my perspective, is the use of colour. Yes, texture is important. So is the use of silhouette – a tailored suit is a refreshing addition to this collection – but emerald green is such a stunning tone for the Spring Summer 18 season.
So, yes – most days, I am more of a Fenty x Puma girl, and some days, I can’t be arsed with fashion at all. But that’s okay…because there will always be Marchesa.