greta constantine’s was our favorite of the week, by far the best in show with regard to dramatics, theatrics and fashion-ness. the venue (the holding room of audi’s gorgeous showroom, for this aint no lg fashion week show) housed the dark and sultry collection beautifully, the elegance somehow bouncing off the concrete walls, picking up momentum. fierceness via centrifugal force.
the energy was electric, a fashion spectacular. greta went from day to night to after-hours, signature draping lending fluid sophistication to office-wools (if only) straight into yards of jersey done greta grecian, a palette of smokey blues, greys and purples. and despite hard influences woven throughout – telltale signs of a more dangerous alter ego (shards of mirror, thick bands of leather, exposed curves of bare skin) – the bad girl didn’t come out to play until the very end: moto leather legs on steroids, seemingly neverending and beserk sexy.
in fact it was the pause mid-show that got brasandranties most excited, the parade of ezra: clothes for the boys (those beautiful boys). here’s where things got interesting; sharp cuts, killer detailing and tons of creativity. we mean, a leather poncho, hello. half the things the boys had on we wanted for ourselves (okay the other half needn’t remain on either). can’t wait to see this stuff up close, and to see more.