Fashion Week: Gwen Stefani's L.A.M.B. Is Rock Steady, Isaac Mizrahi Is Park Avenue Perfect
The new, more public Lincoln Center digs have done wonders to improve show organization, but they've also encouraged a larger crop of over-primped, attention-hungry outliers to loiter in the lobby, waiting for the catnip of random flashbulbs. In a way, it speaks of the larger, troubling inaccessibility of high fashion, that it can be claimed as artistic expression while it courts one strain of conformists and openly excludes so many other people, be it for body size, ethnicity, or just ol'-fashioned haughtiness. Fashion in general should be sensational, sure, but it should reflect that excitement in ways that are not so coldly dismissive to those who evade such rigid, arbitrary standards of beauty.
Few Fashion Week designers do this well; Gwen Stefani is one of them. And that makes sense; musicians-turned-designers are greeted with skepticism nowadays, but perhaps it takes a rock star to make a bold statement that still pleases her fans. The No Doubt glamazon's L.A.M.B. presentation closed the season on Thursday night, and was a kinetic experience of durable feminine chic; familiar rastafarian influences abounded in ruffled-caplet sleeve dresses, woven-back tanks, variegated grey jumpsuits, and bleached tie-dye linen dresses with asymmetrical necklines and bead detailing. African prints were a new incorporation, and a shrunken bra top paired smartly under a multi-patterned menswear blazer, to which a brightly tribal-patterned sheath was an interesting lateral piece. The harem pants were a bit of a misfire, but this season was more experimental than her past plaids and utilitarian track pants--and, notably, the cuts were flattering enough to be wearable for many body types.
Orange and navy collage suiting closed the show--but the real finale was Stefani's runway walk, for which the entire Theatre audience rose to cheer and take photographs (a rare unrestrained moment in Fashion Week; they didn't even rise for Marc Jacobs). Stefani grinned at her No Doubt bandmates in the front row and retrieved her son, Kingston, from the arms of husband Gavin Rossdale, both of whom had been bouncing to the reggae/pop soundtrack and beaming throughout the show. A hella proud moment for California.
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