Vera Wang: My favorite thing about Wang is I get to say “Wang”. Other than that? Meh. Black, messy, uninspiring. Incredible jewelry though.
Tibi: If that sullen girl from My So Called Life spent the summer with the Golden Girls, this is what she’d wear until Blanche slapped some sense into her. Hated it.
Temperley of London: I always think I dislike Alice Temperley because she reminds me of makeup artist and fellow Brit Charlotte Tilbury whom I dislike for a very good reason I can’t remember right now, and then I’m surprised when I see a Temperley show and don’t hate everything. True, she does tend towards costumey, and in the wrong hands this collection could go Circus Burlesque (which is less than ideal) but I dig the pattern and stripes, and we all know I’m a total tramp for a turban, top hat (full size, please) and tailored jacket.
Rodarte: The Sisters Mulleavy do tribal Highland grunge by way of the Thunderdome. Which isn’t to say I didn’t like it.
Philosophy: Floaty, young and Creamsicle sweet. I hated the lip-print conceit that permeated nearly all the dresses, but I do like the ice cream man jackets and sherbet stripes of the earlier looks.
