Or the apparel is meant to transcend actual customers and actual revenue and catapult into a museum before the retails season ends, or one actual dollar is made. But look, runway is promotion, for the most part, it is not sales. Nor is it much fun for those involved; a sedative- laced roller coaster of fear punctuated with pin-stabs and screeching designers.
So, maybe you've noted, it can be hare-brained madness.
Anyhow, this is to say you are not just whistlin' dixie. Oh, how I have been there. If it seems runway fashion was by the few for even fewer, I promise you that the late night I spent helping to fit a rubber splash-painted Jackson Pollock-like number to a twig only proves your reasoning is sound.
But once in a while, in the great Spring, 2011 race down the runway, there were flashes of light. Or, more specifically, orange. In menswear! Honestly, I nearly skipped around my desk.
Ahhhhhh, the sweet vision of relief from gray, steel gray, dove gray, white, and black from an Italian family house that never fails me, Ermenegildo Zenga, which celebrated its one hundredth anniversary with this collection.
"The show closed on white, not just lightness, but a blank canvas on which to create another century. When the label's current caretakers, Gildo, Anna, and Paolo Zegna, brought their father Angelo, Ermenegildo's son, onto the catwalk for a bow, the audience took the only reasonable course of action. It rose to its feet and cheered."
- vogue.com
Photos: style.com
Anyhow, this is to say you are not just whistlin' dixie. Oh, how I have been there. If it seems runway fashion was by the few for even fewer, I promise you that the late night I spent helping to fit a rubber splash-painted Jackson Pollock-like number to a twig only proves your reasoning is sound.
But once in a while, in the great Spring, 2011 race down the runway, there were flashes of light. Or, more specifically, orange. In menswear! Honestly, I nearly skipped around my desk.
Ahhhhhh, the sweet vision of relief from gray, steel gray, dove gray, white, and black from an Italian family house that never fails me, Ermenegildo Zenga, which celebrated its one hundredth anniversary with this collection.
"The show closed on white, not just lightness, but a blank canvas on which to create another century. When the label's current caretakers, Gildo, Anna, and Paolo Zegna, brought their father Angelo, Ermenegildo's son, onto the catwalk for a bow, the audience took the only reasonable course of action. It rose to its feet and cheered."
- vogue.com
Photos: style.com
