With her eye-popping graphic style, more-is-more approach to color and
embellishment, and overall campy attitude, Holly Fulton practically dares
you to hate her clothes. Somehow, that proves impossible. The collection
Fulton showed this morning was a case in point: Rainbow-hued and covered in
ecstatic hothouse-inspired patterns, the clothes had a certain irrepressible
chic. They were about as hard to dislike as a milkshake.
In some ways, this was Fulton at her most circumspect. Embellishment was
kept to a relative minimum; silhouettes were simple and sophisticated.
Working with a canvas of A-line minidresses, turtlenecks, boxy jackets,
tailored sheaths, and pencil skirts, Fulton applied her prints in a
painterly way, working with the garments' shapes. That made for some
knockout evening looks, such as a hot pink, butterfly-print sheath with a
crisscrossed, body-baring bodice, and a high-necked, frond-printed
turquoise minidress with a tasteful drip of crystal on the sleeve. There
were also a few looks with a hot rod placement print and shots of patent
leather that, however redolent of Spring '12 Prada, fit easily into the
Fulton idiom and just plain worked. Elsewhere, Fulton sent out some very convincing daywear, in
particular her artful intarsia-knit cardigans and sweaters. For all their
punch, the knits were really very accessible. Decorous, almost. Only the
most militant minimalist could hate them.