Michael Kors

NEW YORK, February 7, 2007
By Nicole Phelps
Sportswear has become one of Fall's buzzwords, and Michael Kors was not only in his element but in top crowd-pleasing form. Working in a palette of soft, flattering (read: salable) neutrals, with shots of safety orange and caution yellow, he laid the cashmere on thick. A knit dress shaded from cream to chestnut. An oversize face-framing cowl-neck pullover peaked out from beneath a Donegal tweed swing coat. And other sweaters, with plunging V-necks and deep keyholes, made an erogenous zone of the back.

The only thing he loves more than four-ply, of course, is fur. Here, Kors pulled out all the stops. It trimmed trenches and anoraks, even a stand-away-collar sheath. And—talk about luxe—he used truffle broadtail for a swing dress and coffee mink for a shift. Should the absolutely mammoth fox chubby in royal blue have suffocated the tiny model who wore it, any number of his front-row fans would've swooped in to pick it up—no second thought for the girl.

For evening, there was this season's requisite fringe dress and an even shorter cocktail number in an oversize gold-and-brown sequin check, a riff on the collection's glen plaid suiting. His signature long jersey dresses, meanwhile, were embroidered with clear crystals. Sexy, but they didn't have the unleashed exuberance of his day looks.