Photography: Julia Chesky
I’m the first person to admit I actually like Alexander Wang. While everyone else is always busy pretending to be too avant-garde for him, or pissed he “sold out,” I cherish my F/W ’16 oversized bomber and combat boots. But here’s the thing: last season’s whole #NoAfterParty thing sucked, and this year’s #WANGOVER was even worse—I’m still trying to get over mine. Look, nothing the guy does is bad—but none of this season was good either, and I probably wouldn’t wear any of it. Take the dresses—they all looked like they came from BCBG—and the weird hybrid leather/denim shit was just off. And that was exactly the problem: nothing was atrocious, but it slightly missed the mark, which just made me think he could’ve done better. Beyond that, as Wang’s shows get bigger and more dramatic each year, his clothes seem to get even more ready-to-wear. The whole multi-stop party bus thing this year was cute, sure. But it felt like the designer spent so much time trying to top last season’s events, he forgot to design actual clothes. So, a week before the presentation, he threw together some boyfriend jeans and going out tops, then stuck a New Years Eve party hat on Bella Hadid and called it a day. That’s just not exciting at all, and the hype of the event just made the collection seem all the more disappointing.
Picture the scene: thousands of people lined up in various locations across the city, from Astor Place to a dead-end street in Bushwick. As Jenner/Hadid fans clamor against metal barriers (the kind they line up when The Queen or The Pope comes to town), a giant party bus pulls up and the doors fling open. Out comes a line of every girl you hate-follow on Instagram (and Kaia Gerber, who I can’t hate just yet because she’s too young). There’s a giant stage in the background peppered with slogans like “After After Party” and “Secret Location,” while you wait for all of today’s biggest performers (and a few late-’90s has-beens) to take the mic. Sounds like the beginning of a super fun rager, right? But then you see a bunch of slightly deconstructed mini-dresses, studded jeans and sparkly tops that could’ve come from tacky mall mecca, Charlotte Russe. And that was Alexander Wang S/S ’18.
View photos from the presentation, above.