February 14, 2009 New York
Sharply executed, the collection featured a dark, menswear-y mix, with the usual athletic details playing a subtle second fiddle (with the notable exception of eye-popping bright white sneaks that complemented the all-black looks quite well). This was Y-3's most straightforward and commercial offering to date. But the "c" word is in no way meant as a dig. It actually felt like a revelation to watch Y-3's occasionally awkward dance between sports and style give way to the simple I-want-to-wear-it appeal of, say, a pitch-perfect duffel coat, punched up slightly with white toggles, or a velvet-trimmed tuxedo jacket. Most style watchers in the past have probably asked themselves, "Well, OK, but who wears it?" If the label keeps evolving in this direction, maybe before long the answer will be a chorus of "Me!"