What do you get when you have last gasps of excess in faded increments of creativity, mixed with a slew of young designers whose sole intention is to backlash on fashion, with almost zero creativity?
Answer: New York Fashion Week.
A testament really to the utter confusion in which American society has enveloped its self in at the moment and of course it has spilled over globally. The excess, such as Philipp Plien’s tedium, won’t be reviewing, and Alexander Wang who not only treats his over rated collections as an inside joke, but also the crowds in attendance (from all reports) and media alike.
With other showings filled with a plethora of newer designers (also note mainland Chinese and Hong Kong designers, who are pouring out of the fashion and design schools in the US), the end result is rushed, ill fitted and sloppy collections.
As far as the backlash in fashion and what it entails, with its reliance on #hashtag tediums as a wayward diplomacy from both angles of the political spectrum (which will eventually become one in the same). Where terms like “equality” are now so watered down and deliberately portrayed as a surreal idealism, with all of its adolescent euphoria of ‘immortality‘. Which will eventually manifest into, despite its liberal perspectives, a backlash against its self. As it is that fear of the unknown. Which is death. A fear that stifles creativity and originality. To create, is to be humble. Not to be wasted.
Where at the end of the day, individuality mixed with true hard work and grit. Without appeasing to populist idealism and collectivism. But showing raw determination, if you are a young designer, which means you’ll have to endure as a long road of struggle. Then maybe a degree of merit will be worth discussing. Till that point.
There is nothing there.
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