September 07, 2007 New York
But this wasn't going to be a dark, dystopian show. There was an optimism in the clothes, with strong pops of color among all the black and white. You sensed a message here, somewhere, about the hybrid line's customer: She is a young urbanite cool enough to thrive in a threatening cityscape.
Fall's layers had been lightened up. Windbreakers were worn over deconstructed polo-shirtdresses and (more curiously) an ensemble of tank top, sarong, and leggings. Yohji-isms were present here and there, in wide-legged jeans that recaptured his Chaplin look of a few seasons past, or a black Victorian skirt topped by a sporty nylon jacket. Still, all the athletic urbanisms began to get a bit monotonous after a while. A rockabilly getup, complete with creepers and worn by the perfect model, Freja Beha Erichsen, broke things up for a moment, but it was all too brief.