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September 9, 2008 5:56 pm
There was a time, back in the mid-seventies, when fashion magazines were full of photos of capable-looking women in louche (now there’s a word you don’t get to use often enough) situations, usually involving a sparsely furnished hotel room. Said women were often wearing what looked to be very glamorous pajamas, mussed hair, and impractically high heels. Anyone who opened a nondescript door on West 21st Street on Sunday evening would have encountered just such a scene, set up by Julia Jentzsch. Models in Jentzsch’s sheer chiffon blouses, draped silk gowns, and one fabulously spare white cotton jumpsuit lounged on a white-walled set, occasionally making little fuchsia lipsticked pouts at each other. Their heels were high, their hair was of the just-rolled-out-of-bed style, and they appeared very certain of themselves. “I wanted the installation to be a celebration of yourself,” Jentzsch explained. “I told the girls to feel strong and sexy and amazing about themselves. That’s what I was trying to do with the clothes this season. They’re very simple shapes, but they just happen to be made out of incredible fabrics—they let you be you. So the installation is like life, but in a white box.” We can’t say our life is quite so glamorous, but then again, we don’t have any of these clothes. Or at least not yet.
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