The only thorough line between these collections is the fun we had. So let’s get to it.
The Chanel pink of Marge Simpson’s discount rack Chanel suit. Barbie doll pink. The pink of my Kinklab bondage tape, which I only bought because they were out of the black, the shiny PVC black like the punk rock electrical tape that covered the Chanel/Barbie/Pepto pink gauze of Christopher Kane’s very pretty Clueless suit. The tape motif carried throughout: white shiny tape on a white t-shirt, tapes of fabric folding down as lapels on a suit jacket. Tape and cellophane—those bubble-wrap shift dresses—and a ribbon bow print and wire as lace. A pretty package indeed. To contrast: round shouldered motorcycle jackets in leather brocade. C’est beau.
Michael van der Ham, Louise Gray, Peter Pilotto, Osman
Quiz: Which of the above looks belongs to Michael van der Ham, Louise Gray, Peter Pilotto, and Osman? We can’t tell either. This is what we call a trend.
(Fine, dutiful me. From left to right: Louise Gray, Michael van der Ham, Peter Pilotto, Osman, Louise Gray.)
These are the kind of clothes I’d leave the house feeling like yes and then my non-fashion-following friends would be like what? And that’s when I end up receiving comments like, “You look like the mom from Married With Children,” or, “What’s up, Korben Dallas!” (I was totally going for Korben and Leeloo’s love child but wtv.) What do we see in J.W. Anderson Spring 2013? Carmen Miranda crop tops, trousers with skirts (or decorative flaps or please-be-pockets), and proportions from that place where rave and skate trickled down to meet on the bodies of middle-schoolers like me in the late ’90s. We’ll take one of each of the above looks and leave the rest of the ruffled collection behind.