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You'd think that in a culture-driven capital like New York City, at one of the more
supposedly creative events of the year, you would find some of the most interesting people around, on and off the runway.
Surely, at this twice-yearly gathering of the "fashion flock" (consisting of magazine editors, stylists, buyers, and
various extraneous hangers-on and designer groupies) there would be some seriously kitted
out individuals, right?
Sorry to say, that with the exception of a few brave souls, most of the people in attendance
at the Fall 2003 shows (held in NYC in February) looked almost exactly like each other and showed
little interest in anything more than having the latest "must have" handbag (as dictated by
the increasingly boring American Vogue). This season it seemed as if most women aspired
to look like contestants from "The Bachelor". Hair was long and impossibly straight (from
either a daily blow-out by their stylist of from that popular $600 Asian straightening
technique). It was also
usually streaked out in various shades of medium blond and medium brown. |
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were simple: trench coats, tight Seven jeans (will they ever part with their Seven jeans?),
pointy stilettos. Burbury, Michael Kors, and Marc Jacobs, Marc Jacobs, Marc Jacobs
(who also was in the copying mood this season as his swinging 60's runway show was practically
lifted from the archives of Mary Quant, Courreges, and Rudi Gernreich).
Fur was also
quite abundant. And of course, one just had to have the "bag of the season" (whatever that was,
probably something Louis Vuitton).
Whoever said cloning was just for sheep? |
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