I was quietly minding my amateur critic business when, all of a sudden, Fashion Week turned into some kind of boxing ring! What’s going on, people? Why the tension? Why does everybody snap over a show review, over a front row seat?
It totally ruined the Fashion Week spirit for me. That’s why I’ve been going so slow on Fashion Shows (read: stopped altogether) lately. Oscar de la Renta got into a fight with Cathy Horyn (over her calling him a hot dog) while some PR people got into some physical fights for front row seats at Zac Posen’s show.
Really? It’s that what Fashion Week is all about now? I thought seating Front Row was so yesterday and that the freedom of speech was something we settled hundred of years ago with the First Amendment!
To me, Fashion Week is pretty much like Christmas. Fashion – wise. Because, as an outsider, I’m still blessed with the innocence of believing in designers original inspiration. In fashion as art and not a commercial extension of heavy studies on various social groups. I have the same naivety as a child opening his Christmas Gift, each time I see pictures / streaming of a new Fashion Show. I get enthusiastic about the perspective, about the approach, about the show in itself.
I know I choose to live like that because I’m one of those optimists who loves making surprises for her loved ones, who thinks Christmas is a great pretext for exchanging gifts and getting together, who can’t sit through a Pixar movie without crying her heart out, who gets misty over a rainbow in the sky (and the list could go on and on)!
I deliberately choose a basic wardrobe to be more challenged and creative when it comes to putting outfits together. I voluntarily choose the freedom of amateur criticism because I don’t want to be bound by this and that commercial tie. Please, give me my Fashion Christmas back and hold your anger to yourself!