In yesterday's post I briefly wrote about the way some designers have tackled notions of femininity throughout their collections at New York Fashion Week.
Marc Jacobs may have wowed the press with his ballet inspired collection, others such as Alberta Ferretti’s Philosophy focused on cute shorts and light dresses with Pop Arty prints or sequinned appliquéd motifs of lips, alternated with butterflies or eyes, in a nude, peach and blue palette and with sheer and matte contrasts. Rather than Pop Arty Betsey Johnson’s collection was childishly tartish in a Patricia Field kind of way, with colour clashes, tiered dresses, neon leopard prints, tulle ruffles and puffed skirts.
I guess this is not the proper place where to launch into a diatribe about how modern women are seen by contemporary designers, but it’s interesting to see that while some designers tend to conceive women as sweetly cutesy dolls and ballerinas or file them under the "empty headed partying tribe" label, others such as the Mulleavy sisters interpret modern women as aggressive amazons, living in post-apocalyptic times. Maybe they are right, after all our society could be fairly considered similar to the set for a post-apocalyptic film in which, too often, equality doesn’t exist.
Apart from condors and vultures, while designing this collection the Mulleavys must have had in mind a dystopic future in which women are closely related to fierce Medeas, destructive Medusas and slightly terrifying Boudiccas, go around with war tattoos painted on their arms and have a rather complicated wardrobe of deconstructed, almost gravity-defying dresses. We have become familiar with the Rodarte sisters' shapes and silhouettes, and, for this collection, they were again the starting point, the main difference though was that the garments were constructed using a combination of fabrics and materials – leather strips, braided fabrics, black shiny feathers, wool cobwebs, distressed and tie died fabrics, nets, bits of macramé lace and crocheted pieces, appliquéd gems, stones and sequins and random scraps of burnt textiles with the consistency of gauzes – assembled together in an earthy palette going from rusty to black and swamp green.
At times these post-apocalyptic armours were draped around the bodies sensually, while leather strips crisscrossed the torso, twisting around it like snakes, zippers decorated skin-tight trousers and metal plates created armours on Nicholas Kirkwood’s extreme high-heeled shoes.
Rodarte’s women are in a league of their own: the feathers incorporated on the bodices of their dresses are worn as if they were cannibalistic war trophies rather than decorative elements. Undoubtedly these women are survivors moving in a dark landscape and in a cynical society. So far the sisters showed their Darwinian instincts were strong enough to survive even in our financially distressed times.
There is a problem, though, the Rodarte girls are in danger of repeating themselves a bit too much, and, as much as their draped formula has worked until now, come next season they will have to come up with something different and maybe also slightly less Edward Scissorhands-meets-The Crow, avoiding in this way to recurrently fall into the same theme.
An interesting habit has prevailed in this edition of New York Fashion Week: designers have tried to divide women in two categories - romantically sweet and slightly superficial or aggressively subversive Amazons - without realising women often escape “classifications”, being more similar to a two-headed Janus constantly looking in opposite directions.
I guess that the designer who will understand this simple trick perfectly balancing these aspects of the female mind, will finally manage produce a truly original collection.
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