Fashion Week: Donald Trump Storms Back to Michael Kors, Anna Sui Channels Prohibition
|All photos by Stacey Anderson|
Kors, fresh off carrying Jessica Simpson's Malti-daschund at the Project Runway finale, makes no bones about being a sportswear designer for mature women with decadent tastes; after all, you'd be hard-pressed to find 76-ply cashmere at Milk Studios this season. His collections never veer far from monochromatics, simple draping, and indulgent textiles; last season's sable shift dress and bronze Lurex sweaterdresses were extravagant yet still conservative.
For his spring line, he began with a similar palette; tan leather trenches played off sandy, sheer turtlenecks before segueing into a grass-green crinkle-textured sheath dress, then a matching cropped bandeau sweater with billowing vest and leather belted, high-leg briefs. (The latter did not seem plausible for any fathomable social occasion in this life or the next.) Bright boat-neck gowns with high slits stood out for their fuchsia and lemon hues but not for cut. Kors is, by most accounts, a likeable man, so good for him for putting clothes on the poor backs of the upper crust elite; call us when he remembers the '90s and uses a great print.
Bill Cunningham shoots the runway