Now that New York Fashion Week is over, I’ve had a few days to consider the look of spring 2005. I’m excited about what Patrick Robinson has shown for Perry Ellis, which is unusual considering how little I cared for Carrie Bradshaw, both as a television character and a fashion ideal, when “Sex and The City” was on the air. As ever, I am unimpressed by Imitation of Christ’s offerings yes, Miss Subkoff, I know that togas are supposed to represent the kind of democracy that Americans seem to be missing in goverment right now, but what else have you got to tell me? For the New York Times’ coverage, click on picture.
I don’t think it’s weird to have spring on the brain when I haven’t even put together my fall 2004 wardrobe together, but I always lag behind in the hopes of getting a good bargain. So I hit a few stores this weekend, in search of a jade ring or a dark suede wedge to update my khaki/denim/cotton t-shirt uniform, but was unsucessful. I’ve discovered that mini kitten heels such as these did nothing for me except give me the look of a sturdy grand piano. So what am I to do — give up on autumn shopping? I should think not. I’ll be hitting the Target on Addison — perhaps I’ll run into something nice from Isaac Mizrahi to boost my spirits. Wish me luck!