Fashion people don't say what they really think. For the public record that is. The publicists have done their job too well and point-of-view finds itself usurped by a kind of blind and random coverage marked by an insincere gloss of words that can finally be translated to mean…"I'm so happy to be here…Cut to my #InstaFab". So what I find interesting is the private conversations the dedicated followers of fashion invest in and I mean not just the shop-o-holics but the crafters of image in the blue chip creative studios. Among the photography, design (yes designers watch each other obsessively) and editorial cliques, the designer they talk compulsively about these days, in the way a prior cycle was given to monomaniacal chatter about 00's Prada, (or Ghesquiere's early days at Balenciaga, ) is the J.W Anderson out of London.
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This is why you have to love New York. More than any city it grows suspicious of the same-old-same-old, real fast. Ruthless, restless, ever evolving…and always reminding you that difference can be the best fun. Thus last night's victorious "debut" of Spike Jonze's 100 Lost Cotton, that took the frown out of fashion and made it a celebration. Yay #OpeningCeremony.
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