Fashion Week Spring 2010: Rachel Comey
Wed Sep 9 2009
Rachel Comey, Spring 2010
You know how they say that it's always five o'clock somewhere (as a way of making alcoholism fun and socially acceptable)? Well, it's always Fashion Week somewhere. And this week, the fashion circus has alighted upon our lovely city like a butterfly in bondage heels, leaving stiletto-shaped pockmarks on the pavement and causing irreparable damage to our self-esteem (branded onto our hearts in the shape of Chanel's interlocking Cs).
So, it was greatly appreciated that my first show of the week, Rachel Comey, was so relaxed and graceful. Held on a rooftop in Chelsea, the breeze whipped the models' crimped, soft curls around their faces and carried away the electric tinkles of St. Vincent as they played live (covers of Springsteen, Cocker, and more). The clothes, mainly composed of silk, billowed out behind the models like sails. There was, in fact, a faint preppy/nautical theme seen in rain jackets with utility pockets. And I was happy to see Comey make use of the long-billed hat (we've been fans for a while) and ankle socks with sandals (although Andr Leon Talley disapproves). But the wide leg pants made me a little uneasy.
I'm a closet Comey devotee (by which I mean that I wish I had some of her clothing in my closet) and this show hit all of my sweet spots: interesting patterns (diffused batiks and brightly colored squiggles last seen on a Formica diner table), great shoes (rocker-bottom wedges, flat oxfords and cut-away clogs) and an unplaceable sexy-nerd thing that just seems to happen when you wear Comey from head to toe. Trendwise, there were still pieces we've been hearing about all year (jumpsuits and cropped tops) and some new ideas like detachable pockets and toolbeltlike bags—though I'm always wary of designer takes on working-class goods.
Stay tuned for more Fashion Week coverage.