September 12, 2010 New York
Herchcovitch then gently worked up to blending in Mondrian-esque pixelated squares, which were pieced together, not printed, along with dégradé washes. The sole print looked like big splotches of paint, but worked nicely in a pastel palette. The boxy coats and jackets, stand-away dresses, and cigarette pants had a sixties vein running through them. This felt very ladylike and elegant—particularly after last season's punk-babushka mash-up—even as it walloped the audience with its strong visual impact. How will this collection appeal to the hipsterati who filled the show and keep the buzz around Herchcovitch's name?
It's unclear, but you can thank this confident vision for bringing some brightness to the neutral-heavy week.